I have such fond memories from the period of my childhood that I spent at my grandmother’s kibbutz, Ashdot Yaakov. I have always been very close to my family there. The tradition in the kibbutzim is that main meals are eaten in the hall, but when snacking at her place, I would immediately scour the refrigerator for a jar of black grape jam. This was a speciality of my grandmother's sister, who was an exceptional cook. This recipe is a humble nod to the best jam I’ve ever ta