12/10/2016 ChandreBo

I first tasted rose jam as child when my mother bought a jar at an obscure little road stall on holiday at the coast. The taste of rose petal jelly spread on hot toast started my life-long obsession with trying to procure the delicious stuff again. At the end of my varsity years my mom told me about a place where I could find rose jam: Ludwig’s rose farm was just a short drive outside Pretoria. It just so happened that I was living in Pretoria at the time. Knowing that I desperately wanted to visit the farm, my then boyfriend…