Nectarine Jam

Until one day a few summers ago, I’d completely forgotten about nectarines. Sort of shoved between the peaches and plums, they just didn’t exist to me in any meaningful way. On a lark (yes, it’s a wild life I lead, it’s true), I bought two of them at the grocery store. That evening after supper, I found myself cutting them up, putting them in bowls, and pouring milk over them for Thalia—just as my mom had done probably once a week for our dessert when my brother and I were