I did such a good job of going to the farmers’ market early in the summer. Then, the last weekend in June, I opted to take one last long run before the Butte to Butte. The next weekend was the B2B, 4th of July, and summer took off and I literally had 1 chance to go to the weekend market between then and now and it was raining so I chickened out. But last Saturday I finally went, and I was totally blown away. There were twice as many booths as in early summer and each booth had 3 times more varieties of products. I wanted to take home one of everything, but I had just been to the grocery store and already had peaches and corn… But I stocked up on lettuce, carrots, basil, green onions, supplies to make Ratatouille again, and a little pint of plums with a plan to make Clafouti.
There is something magical about baked plums. I would much rather eat them cooked than fresh, honestly. When I went to Germany as a 17-year-old I ate, among many other wonderful delights, a plum cake/tart thing that I still remember how yummy it was. And plum jam? Oh, sorry, I just drooled on the keyboard.
My little box of plums didn’t quite fill the pie plate so I sliced a couple of peaches to bulk it up. They are hiding on the bottom layer. They were nothing to write home about – just grocery store peaches. But the plums were totally awesome. Clearly.
So pretty...
That's what I'm talkin' about!
… I spy Tom Thumb!