Apricots are my favorite fruit. My childhood was spent in and under a huge apricot tree in my Nana's garden. To taste an apricot is to taste summer and love all together.
I read a recipe yesterday that required dried apricots. I have had apricots on the brain since. The morning was hurried and I didn't get a chance to stop at the store for my newly born apricot fix.
Ivy just asked for a pbnj. While I was constructing it, I was thinking that pb and apricot jam sounded yum. Why didn't I stop at the store!! On a lark I checked the fridge door thoroughly.
And I had a beautiful sparkling half full jar of apricot jam, sitting there, label turned to the back, waiting just for me. Happiness on a slice of bread.