Last night I made fig jam. I had not had time to make it during the day. And last night, I bottled up the jam and set aside one serve for me to have on toast for breakfast. I chose to have a taste from the spoon then I dumped the spoon, saucepan and all other utensils in a sink of hot water and washed them all up.
The jam is lovely. The kitchen is clean. I am happy.