JAMMIN! take one.

There's a story to be told, and it involves a girl who is addicted to mom-blogs.
One day, while casually catching up on her blog operas, this girl found a simple recipe for kiwi jam.
"How nice, I wish I lived in New Zealand near a giant over-bearing kiwi tree I could harvest for wonderful things like jam," she thought wistfully, with a smile. The only fruits that grew in the girl's hometown were lemons, limes, grapefruits and pomegranates, none of which seemed an easy fruit to jam with. So, she bided her time, storing the idea in the back of her mind for the day she had fruity trees of her own. At the grocery store not too long thereafter, she found a kiwi sale - perfect! She would try the kiwi jam recipe.
The fates would not have this skill come so easily, however. The recipe was not as simple as it seemed. She chopped the kiwis, thus finishing the most success she was to have.

She then put the kiwis with some OJ (for pectin) into the pot and got lots of juices out of them.

What came next was very tricksy - the addition of sugar. To stir? Not to stir? Sources were conflicting! The mixture boiled up and looked very good, so she decided to let it sit.

Let us note here that the girl later found that there was, in fact, nothing wrong with this recipe except that a novice could not use it. If stirring had happened at this point, the jam would have been perfect (and amazing!). Alas it was not in the cards, and sitting allowed the jam to burn. The burn was infectious, refusing to be quarantined in its small sector, browning up the whole pot. Soon the entire operation had a distinctly bad scent. Had it set? Well the freezer plate spot test told her it had, so into jars went the "jam". Unfortunately, what she had actually made was kiwi toffee - scarred, she pondered whether she would ever attempt homemade jam again. Perhaps this was an art for moms only.