After a slow jog this morning, I came home looking forward to having breakfast: two fried eggs topped with salmon, baked asparagus, coffee, and toast with some of my boyfriend’s homemade strawberry preserves. The entire breakfast was basically all thanks to him since he packed leftovers for me from a few days before.

The preserves were his idea, and they delighted me as I took the jar out of the refrigerator. He named it “Amoo Amin’s Famous Jam,” and I tweaked it a little to make sure it captured how great they are (they’re world-famous, you know).

Amoo means “uncle” in Persian and Amin—well, that’s his name. His niece calls him Amoo Amin, and it is the most tender thing.

This is his first batch of jam, and I am curious to see how it tastes with clotted cream, something I’ve never tried.

Up next, high-quality olives, he says.