Jam & bread--an accent accident

It was time for our Easter potluck and I was calling friends to coordinate what they might bring. When I spoke to Anna, a Peruvian woman who was a friend of the family, she responded that she would come with "jam and bread." Sounded a bit strange to me for Easter Sunday dinner, but I noted it down. 

When Sunday came, I was slicing the honey baked ham that I had shopped for the day before when I noticed out the window that Anna had driven up and was taking out of her trunk a large jam that looked just like the one I underneath my carving knife. "Aaarrrg!" as Charlie Brown would say. I quickly hid our ham in the oven and went to escort Anna and her jamon to the picnic table along with the still warm pan dulce.