Not sure what type of jam you’d call it, but it was downright tasty and of the highest quality. After some rude distractions on a fruity theme we got on to endowments and liberated the inherent comedy force to be found inside an anvil. I never knew there was so much in it. We also discovered the delights of pimping to the max (she said while trying to pluck a chicken).
Probably homemade spiced raspberry with the little paper dolly on the lid.