greengage plums



aka: la reine claude verte

just up the hill, where the grass has turned beige, like the fall couture at ny fashion week, there is a plum tree, old and gnarly, yet this year so abundant with fruit, laden they say, bounteous, brimful, bursting, ripe and ready to eat, as well as making a glorious jam, tart and tangy, not sugary at all, but lightly scented of yuzu and shōchū. boozing the reduction of those plums, and in turn reducing this blend to a jam well worth the butter on ken's boule.