/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>Used to rent a room in some guys house
>2 other people renting rooms in his house
>Guy was pretty rich, and was retired
>Had passive income from rent of course
>Apart from that he was home all the time
>His hobby was Jam making
>Made Jam all day every day
>Whenever he saw one of us in the kitchen making food he would reccommend we add his jam
>Became very offended if nobody used his jam
>Used to mark the level on each jam jar at the start of the day then check at the end of the day
>Ended up eating Jam on toast every morning just because I felt bad
>Tried throwing jam in the bin when he wasn't around but he found out and got upset so couldn't do that
>Got pretty sick of jam
>In the kitchen one day
>Haven't had any jam for a few days because I started to hate the flavour
>Making myself a chicken tikka masala
>he walks into the kitchen just as I am plating the food
>looks at me
>"I notice you haven't had any jam recently, I was starting to worry you were sick"
>laugh and say that I am fine
>he stands in the doorway and stares at me with sad eyes
>"You are making curry?''
>"Yeah.... tikka masala..."
>He says "Oh...."
>Then says "I've heard that chicken Tikka MyJamJar is pretty popular in some places"
>smiles and looks at a jar of blueberry jam next to me
>I realise he isn't going to move
>take the jar of jam and open it
>he nods
>slowly spoon half the jar of jam into my curry
>he smiles and says "Just when I thought we had a surplus.. Mr Hungry comes along!"
>lets me go
>have to eat the sticky tikka masala with jam alone in my room
>can barely finish it
>a few days later someone posts an Indian takeaway menu through our door
>he takes it and writes 'with jam' next to every item on the menu
>hands it to me and winks

I FUCKING HATE JAM