It's not really a jam, because jam is something you preserve, right? This strawberry deliciousness barely lived to see the next morning, so I actually had to make a new batch to go with breakfast.
I like strawberries, but I never really associated them with late May. That's why I was a bit surprised, when my mom brought some from the market the other day. What month is it? Isn't it too early? I grew up believing that fruit and berries in particular only come in season. I still have to remind myself that fruit and vegetables from the greenhouse were not grown on pure poison (a common stereotype here in my part of the world, when it comes to greens out of season or bigger than average and not covered in dirt or bugs), and that it's okay to eat them.
This time the reason for this early treat was the warmer than usual weather.