Raspberry Jam – Carole King

It was Monday morning and six-year-old Daisy and her father were sitting at the dining table as her mother made breakfast. Being a workday, the breakfast being prepared was rather simple compared to the feast that usually was served on Sundays. Jemma was making fried eggs, toast and tea for her and Leo and pikelets with a glass of milk for Daisy. Jemma then placed the plates on the table.

“What would you like on your pikelets?” Jemma asked.

“Butter and raspberry jam, please!” Daisy replied eagerly, and Jemma spread the butter and jam evenly on the three fluffy pikelets.