Walking the dog the other day, we spotted this incredible red plum tree, laden with fruit. It's two blocks from our house, on one of the busiest streets in the city, yet totally untouched. The tree is in front of a gorgeous but currently unoccupied historic building so impressive and simultaneously neglected that I can only fantasize about owning it.
|Oh. Wow... are those plums?|
|Yes, those look like plums.|
|Holy Hell, there are like 20 billion plums on this tree, and they are all delicious.|
|Part of the haul.|
|Are they not gorgeous?|
|A rinse in the sink|
|And then Stone spent 4 hours cutting them into cheeks, and setting aside the pieces with the pits for jam. |
What an amazing man.
|Some of the cheeks, ready for pie, tarts, and crumble.|
|The first four pies in progress.|