On Dipping The Fork In The Jam Pot

We always ate the same breakfast, Chuck and I, an English muffin, poached egg and cream cheese and jam.
And Chuck was always after me for dipping the fork in the jam pot, excoriating the idea since it, according to him, was ill mannered and introduced bacteria from the fork into the jam.
Now that I eat my breakfast alone, I always dip my fork in the jam pot because there is no one to yell at me, and more important, it makes me think of Chuck every time I do.
So what is the danger of a few stray bacteria compared to that.
And as long as I still breakfast on English muffins and cream cheese and jam, I will dip my fork and relish the memory of Chuck.
And miss him.