We picked up these plums last weekend at the farmer's market, and they've been ripening in a bowl on the counter ever since. I just love them. They remind me so much of:
- My grandma and the plum cake she used to make
- This scrumptious poem by William Carlos Williams:
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
2 comments:
That reminded me of the This American Life episode with the takeoffs of that poem: http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/354/mistakes-were-made/
Do you have that plum cake recipe? I was thinking of making something like that for the party this weekend.
I have read that poem before. Unfortunately, I have no idea when or where I read it...
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