I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-- William Carlos William
This is just to say I didn't think I even liked plums, but I am in love with the perfume of these gorgeous Early Golden plums from the fabulous Wolfe Orchard. I have been eating these tiny golden love apples, two at a time, quartered, from the fridge. I have also been burying my nose in the middle of the bowl of sweet golden orbs to sniff their intoxicating honeysuckle scent.
If I had a dehydrator, could I make golden "dried plums" like golden raisins? How can I keep smelling and eating these as long as possible?
I'm guessing they're not here for long. Which leads me to consideration of that twinned feeling of anticipation and regret, knowing the brief crescendo of the stone fruits of summer is gathering now on the horizon. This is just to say, if there are plums in the icebox, it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. William Carlos Williams: case in point.