My plate is a trip down memory lane to my childhood, when living in a small hamlet, some Americans moved in next door to us.

We developed a great friendship with them and their children and they introduced us to peanut butter and jam. (Jelly as they called it) . A great go-to when you needed a boost of energy.

The plate is signifcant as it was given to my sister one Easter, with an egg. She loved the plate and I am proud to be the custodian of it now, until the time comes to pass it on to her daughters.

(Alison Trelfer)