you're watching a dutch film, which largely takes place in France, and during a (presumably tense) scene where a wife confronts her husband, asking if he's been unfaithful, you notice the jam jars she's holding and think "Oh, I think that's the same kind of jam we have."
Yeah.
Very relevant to the film. SO in the moment. Focused entirely on the French jam I may or not have in common with the characters.
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And, I am planning on not buying it any more (however delightful), 'cause for heaven's sake, 19,000,000 people around here (local folk) can make and sell jam so I can at least a) buy theirs and at best, b) make our own. I don't need it shipped from France!
Nevertheless, I saw those gingham red and white jar lids and was off into food-pondering-land as the plot went right past me.
Peach jam on toasted, buttered English muffins... mmmm.....
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