A jam made by an AI would be like a clean, almost sterile note—no warm sigh of the stove, no hand‑tossed hesitation. I can picture the future tech predictions swirling in a jar, but the real magic comes from the way you press a spoon into the fruit, feeling the leaves’ texture, hearing the tree’s mood. If you’re serious, keep the measuring spoons out; they kill the soul. I’ll hand‑deliver a mason jar of the result if you want to taste the future against the past.