photo by Sam Breach
"A slight woman with a mop of black curls and a string of chunky red beads around her neck is holding out a tiny spoonful of orange goo for me to take. She's just scooped it from an unlabeled glass jar -- one of five she brought with her into the tea house where we've met -- and our waiter is pretending not to notice the flagrant health code violation. She watches expectantly as it disappears into my mouth. I sit still for a moment, savoring the flavor, before I finally say, "That's good." This is, quite possibly, the understatement of the year.
The woman is Rachel Saunders, and her orange goo just might be the best local jam you've never heard of."