One of my earliest memories is of sitting in my grandmother’s lap, holding a jelly doughnut. I’d lick the jiggly red sweetness from the center, then hand her back the empty shell. Without the jelly, a ...

On cold mornings when nothing seems to go right, few things are as comforting as warm bread, a thick layer of butter and a spoonful of jam. This is where an astonishingly simple winter jam steps in, ...