love the shiny things

Watching Series 6 of Hustle the other night and almost missed a bit due to the nicely shaped jar of red berry jam in the background of the breakfast scene. How sad is that? There’s sadder yet: I recognized the damn thing! Label is creamy white with black accents, features a Victorian/Edwardian femme with a bicycle of some sort, brand starts with a B… but I couldn’t see the details and most jars around here have the labels soaked off. That nice shape, naturally I’d have recycled the jar. I did. It’s partially full of pickled quince chunks and is in the fridge. Even better, it has the original lid identifying it as Mrs Bridges stock.
I may be becoming a little obsessive.