This jam pot is a true masterpiece of ceramic art. It’s made from some unknown material that seems to absorb all the trivialities of your life. Just yesterday, it soaked up my hope of ever learning to cook properly. Bravo, jam pot! I even saw it swallow my father-in-law's comments about my last culinary experiment.

Every morning, when I open this pot, my heart feels a little lighter, despite being sure it holds all my failed attempts at making jam. When I write "super-berry jam" on the label, I really mean that it’s jam made from my attempts. So, thank you, pot, for always reminding me that life isn’t about the jam, but about laughing at your own misadventures.

Still, it has one flaw. When I try to cover it with the lid, I can feel my dreams of a perfect breakfast slowly turn into mere bubbles of jam. I place it on the shelf, and it seems to shine like the sun, which no one pays attention to anymore.