I grew up with peanut butter sandwiches, and grape jelly was the standard. I didn't enjoy the home-made jams available -- we lived far enough south that there were fig trees and my mom would make fig preserves. Too much to deal with if you're eleven years old. I still am pretty happy when I can find blackberry jelly or raspberry jelly. None of those icky seeds!
However I don't know for how long, but I've had a soft spot for strawberry jam. One of my first college girlfriends had actually spent a summer picking tiny strawberries for "Little Scarlet" the ultimate strawberry jam from Tiptree I think. I still buy that occasionally. But I think the pinnacle of strawberry jam eating was when we were in Devon, in England, and sat out on the lawn of our hotel in mid-afternoon and were served a nice pot of tea with "cream teas." It is hard for me to imagine that experience without the sort of perfect gooey strawberry jam on the unctuous Devonshire clotted cream, all spread on a delicious tender biscuit. mmmmm.
Still I don't think strawberry jam goes that well with peanut butter. But these days when I have peanut butter on toast it's usually without jam or jelly...
