Wednesday 6th July 2011
Fruit goes off really fast in this hot weather. Even in the fridge it has a short shelf life. Blueberries, strawberries, raspberries or any of the soft ones have to be eaten within a day or they start to mould. Eating them after that is a bit like Russian roulette, especially strawberries. They might look safe and you may think you have cut off the bad bit but the taste buds can detect the slightest hind of penicillin which can ruin something so beautiful to the point where you have to stop buying them for a bit until the memory has faded.
This was made out of necessity more than anything. The plums had already moved from the fruit bowl to the fridge. Their next port-of-called would have been the compost bin.
“We ought to do something with those plums…” Said my wife.
She has a knack of saying ‘we’ when she means ‘me’.
“…they’re a bit too soft to eat now. We could stew them up or something.” She encouraged. 😉
I took them out of the oven before we sat down for dinner thinking 20 minutes would be enough time for them to cool down sufficiently for us to eat without causing third degree burns.
“What d’ya think Zeph?”
“Boiling!” He spluttered, spitting a mouthful of burning hot crumble from his mouth.