Marmalade to me is a dignified jam. It’s the kind of jam you’d spread on rolls, or croissants or something (not toast)—“marmalade” conjures up visions of ramshackle apartments over the River Seine…apartments that once were something (with peeling lavish wallpaper and gold leaf), and a beautiful woman with exotic teas…

“Marmalade” is like that scene in Pretty Woman when Julia Roberts is eating breakfast at the expensive hotel. To be honest, I’m not sure what marmalade is; I’ve never had it, and it’s not a word I’d ever use. I’m not comfortable with “marmalade" because it’s bigger than me.