My little Italian plum tree was a bit of an overchiever this year. Its branches, bent with the weight of plums, looked as though they’d snap in two if only you looked at it wrong. Luckily, it remained strong. We plucked bag after bag of ripe fruit, lugging them all indoors–where they sat until soggy, then we traipsed them out back, to the garbage bin.
It’s a sad, pitiful tale.
I do hope it doesn’t take it personally. I hope this grand display was not the last hooray. Certainly, next year those who usually adopt some of the plums will not be so busy. Also, I’ve already penciled in another Italian Plum Custard Tart with Glazed Pecans. The recipe’s a bit involved, sure–but it’s oh-so worth it. Light, sweet and savory, it’s a little slice of heaven–the perfect companion to a cup of tea, and a chilly autumn evening.
Of course, now that I mention it, it’s the perfect companion to just about anything . . .