Scoop it out and go on with your day. I’d only toss it if it tastes or smells funky, even a bit. Just tossed a jar of salsa after skimming spots of mold off the top for months, exactly as yours. Not because it was unsafe to eat, it just sucked as salsa and I felt it was getting more and more untrustworthy. Jam is going to be somewhat like honey, too much sugar for anything bad to get a deep hold.
Anyway, none y’all are going to survive another worldwide depression. “Er mer gerd! THROW IT!” Your great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents are laughing at you. I’ll be in the woods out back, eating live minnows and fighting the deer over acorns.
I grew up with home made jam from my Nan when she was still here, & then my mum. Mould on the top of a jar of jam that had already been open a while was fairly common back then. You’d just scoop it off & go about your day.
However this is shop bought jam, & as long as it was recently purchased, or even if it was sealed & within date but not recently purchased I’d still complain to the shop or manufacturer, as I’d expect better from commercially made produce.
Milt does not really like sugar. Not as a medium to grow in. So, anything high sugar you can, in fact just scoop it out. But, be aware, the mycelium of molt is toxic. So, anything where molt can grow through, like bread or a European Salsa (we don’t have that much sugar in them) throw it out . And if it grows back: THROW IT OUT.
I could step out to check my mailbox and get smeared by an inattentive driver. In all seriousness, I’m more afraid of slipping in my shower and breaking my neck. Instant death or living out my life having a nurse dig shit out of my ass? (My niece did that for a living.) Not too worried about a little mold in my jam.
Some y’all’s “risk vs. reward” mechanisms are utterly broken. Can’t blame ya! We didn’t evolve to calculate risk in the modern world.
tl;dr: Take risks. Life is not worth living in fear, not worth calculating infinitesimal odds.
We’re not talking about your cousin’s sketchy moonshine here.
Are you afraid to get out of bed? Falling 2.5’ imparts more energy to your body than getting shot with a .45ACP bullet.
Seriously, how does one navigate the world calculating every bad thing that could occur? Scooping a speck of mold out of my jam doesn’t move the needle on my risk meter. I cannot live in a “zero risk” world.
Walked a 2-mile round trip to the store today, orders of magnitude more risky than flicking a bit of mold out my jam. And BTW, I have “emphysema light”, doctor’s words. I’m not exactly a tough guy.
How will you react when faced with real risk? I’ve saved my own life twice, arguably three times. Will you curl into a ball? “NOAWW! The jam might blind me!”
Having some science education, I choose not to live in fear.
what is it with you people. you make figures up in your head and spit them out like facts.
you are so sure of yourselves that you’re willing to take a risk for a pointless reward.
I bet you’re the kind of guy with tattoos all up and down your greasy arms to show how “tuff” you are. you probably drive a shitty dodge ram with a hemi in it and “roll coal on the libtards” with truck nuts on it.
I’m almost positive you refused to wear a mask during covid just because you “ain’t scared of no covid”.
I have risked my life jellyroll. I didn’t risk my life for something stupid or for myself. I risked my life to save my family in a house fire. I risked my life to pull a person out of a burning car. I risked my life to stop a shit ass pitbull from attacking some kid.
that’s what a reward is you walnut. a risk taken that is equal to the reward.
go act tough somewhere else while you suck down methanol you moldy jelly bitch.
Scoop it out and go on with your day. I’d only toss it if it tastes or smells funky, even a bit. Just tossed a jar of salsa after skimming spots of mold off the top for months, exactly as yours. Not because it was unsafe to eat, it just sucked as salsa and I felt it was getting more and more untrustworthy. Jam is going to be somewhat like honey, too much sugar for anything bad to get a deep hold.
Anyway, none y’all are going to survive another worldwide depression. “Er mer gerd! THROW IT!” Your great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents are laughing at you. I’ll be in the woods out back, eating live minnows and fighting the deer over acorns.
This is the most sane answer, why does it have 50% downvotes??
People can’t figure risk any longer. It’s a big world! We can’t fault anyone for not understanding it.
I grew up with home made jam from my Nan when she was still here, & then my mum. Mould on the top of a jar of jam that had already been open a while was fairly common back then. You’d just scoop it off & go about your day.
However this is shop bought jam, & as long as it was recently purchased, or even if it was sealed & within date but not recently purchased I’d still complain to the shop or manufacturer, as I’d expect better from commercially made produce.
Yes! I might complain and return it, but it’s not the death hazard these comments make it out to be. :)
I’ll add on that with some more info:
Milt does not really like sugar. Not as a medium to grow in. So, anything high sugar you can, in fact just scoop it out. But, be aware, the mycelium of molt is toxic. So, anything where molt can grow through, like bread or a European Salsa (we don’t have that much sugar in them) throw it out . And if it grows back: THROW IT OUT.
I’m learning! Define “milt”. New one on me.
depending on the gelatin used that could make you go blind, lose your hearing, and then kill you.
I could step out to check my mailbox and get smeared by an inattentive driver. In all seriousness, I’m more afraid of slipping in my shower and breaking my neck. Instant death or living out my life having a nurse dig shit out of my ass? (My niece did that for a living.) Not too worried about a little mold in my jam.
Some y’all’s “risk vs. reward” mechanisms are utterly broken. Can’t blame ya! We didn’t evolve to calculate risk in the modern world.
tl;dr: Take risks. Life is not worth living in fear, not worth calculating infinitesimal odds.
risk: go blind or death
reward: eat…store bought jam on burnt toast…
not sure if we have the fucked up risk vs reward here champ.
it’s all fun and games for some people until you go fucking blind permanently.
Risk: .0001% chance a bad thing happens.
We’re not talking about your cousin’s sketchy moonshine here.
Are you afraid to get out of bed? Falling 2.5’ imparts more energy to your body than getting shot with a .45ACP bullet.
Seriously, how does one navigate the world calculating every bad thing that could occur? Scooping a speck of mold out of my jam doesn’t move the needle on my risk meter. I cannot live in a “zero risk” world.
Walked a 2-mile round trip to the store today, orders of magnitude more risky than flicking a bit of mold out my jam. And BTW, I have “emphysema light”, doctor’s words. I’m not exactly a tough guy.
How will you react when faced with real risk? I’ve saved my own life twice, arguably three times. Will you curl into a ball? “NOAWW! The jam might blind me!”
Having some science education, I choose not to live in fear.
what is it with you people. you make figures up in your head and spit them out like facts.
you are so sure of yourselves that you’re willing to take a risk for a pointless reward.
I bet you’re the kind of guy with tattoos all up and down your greasy arms to show how “tuff” you are. you probably drive a shitty dodge ram with a hemi in it and “roll coal on the libtards” with truck nuts on it.
I’m almost positive you refused to wear a mask during covid just because you “ain’t scared of no covid”.
I have risked my life jellyroll. I didn’t risk my life for something stupid or for myself. I risked my life to save my family in a house fire. I risked my life to pull a person out of a burning car. I risked my life to stop a shit ass pitbull from attacking some kid.
that’s what a reward is you walnut. a risk taken that is equal to the reward.
go act tough somewhere else while you suck down methanol you moldy jelly bitch.