Today, for me, it has presented as huddling on my bed, with tears dripping into the jar of brandied pears I am eating for breakfast. The salt is adding a certain boost to the flavour.
I am not sure what the flavour exactly is because I found it at the back of my pantry and it is at least six years since I made it and the original was meant to be brandy spiced vanilla peaches but brandy is the top notes. I had better stop eating because I have to drive in a bit. I wonder if it will give me botulism?
It’s fucking delicious, though, and I do feel a bit better so maybe worth it.