Alsace, France: A Crate of Mirabelle Plums

Sunday, August 14, 2011 2comments No tags Permalink 0

Pierre’s mom was out in the garden. She came in with a crate full of just-picked mirabelle plums. Tiny and golden. The last ripe batch of the summer season.

She turned them into endless jars of jam…

…the sort where each spoonful is the perfect balance between smooth and chunky with the stewed fruit. Just mirabelles, sugar and lemon juice. Simplicity is best.

We ate it straight out of the jar, and spread on baguettes with butter for breakfast.

And for dessert, we found them tucked into a homemade tart shell, right above a creamy, almond-rich brush of frangipane. Another glass of wine, followed by a fresh mint tisane and lush evening of jazz on the stereo. Ahh, vacation.

  • K and S
    August 14, 2011

    best kind of vacation!

  • Kathy YL Chan
    August 15, 2011

    Hi Kat! So true! ^_^

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