The hardest part is deciding which one to pick. (I let myself leave with just one, so things don't get out of hand.) At Blue Hill Cafe at Stone Barns, the shelves are lined in gorgeous heavy glass jars filled with a rainbow of jams, enough to conjure images of summer and fall fruits. Where to begin: Cherry Jam? Or Apple. Perhaps Quince, but the Rhubarb and Pear looked rather enticing.
I settled on Peach Jam, and it was the best choice I made that week. I never got around to smothering this on warm toast because the whole thing was devoured straight from the jar. Peaches, sugar, apple pectin, and vanilla bean for good measure. One big spoon is all you need—the jam at room temperature, each supple spoonful marked with tiny cuts of the sweet peaches. It needs nothing else. At $15 a jar, the jams don't come cheap, but they're investments well made.