(And How It Almost Broke Me… Then Made Us)
Hey friends — it’s Kyla here, founder of Rad Jamz, chef, mama, and full-time jam hustler.
Let’s take a trip back to 2020, shall we? The world shut down, chaos reigned, and suddenly I couldn’t get glass jars to save my life. Big companies were hoarding everything, and if you were a small-batch maker like me? You were just outta luck.
So I did what any desperate, scrappy business owner would do — I bought direct from a manufacturer in China.
Big mistake.
They sent me a sea can full of garbage. The glass was paper-thin and shattered if you looked at it wrong. The sizes were all off, so I had to redo every label. The lids rusted. And worst of all? My house became a freakin’ glass graveyard. Jars in the spare rooms. Jars under the bed. Jars in the shed. Jars under tarps in the backyard. I was living in a glass jar nightmare.
That’s when I said, “There’s gotta be a better way.”