Spiced Blueberry-Amaretto Jam

I've seen that girl on in Willy-Wonka's factory get rolled away as a giant blueberry. What was her name? I'm not afraid...today. There was a time however, as a child, that I perhaps thought it was real and that the little orange men with funny shoes and goofy songs would turn me on my side for chewing too much gum and loving blueberries more than should be mortally allowed. However, as an adult, I have come to terms with that experience...and I rarely huddle in my closet and hug my teddy bear while sucking my thumb and chanting happy thoughts. Notice I didn't say "I never huddle in my closet..." I may as a mother sometimes hide from my kids. Is that okay to admit without being arrested? Back to the blueberries. At one time I've been know to eat several pints of fresh blueberries. They are evil little fruity nuggets. If you squeeze them between your fingers, I imagine it would be a demented way of pretending to squeeze Smurf heads. However, I won't be demented today. Haaa! Instead, I'll just make jam. Not just any old lame blueberry jam, but jam worthy of adoration and love. Umpa-Lumpa kind of jam. Yes. I know. I like the chocolate river best too...