U-pick Golden Plums
On an August evening, meandering, I notice several lots of plum trees.
Once tended, now their limbs tangle skyward, in mossy silhouettes, twiggy with sparse fruit.
As my town gentrifies, these orchards will go, but for now there’s fruit enough for deer, and juices run from the broken plums, who’ve fallen and are abuzz with yellow jackets.
Following 19th and Discovery, more plum branches shadow the sidewalk.
I slow, choosing, those who are soft, but not too ripe, biting in, while avoiding the bitter skin and getting right to the flesh. Sucking and dripping juice, my hands sticky, feeling satisfied and thinking, “I’d rather be here than anywhere.”
A block later, I’m under a fig tree, whose arms lurch overhead. On tippy toes I feel around and find a chartreuse skinned fig with pink seeded insides.
Finishing the last bite, I turn onto 22nd and see a golden plum tree two blocks away.
It’s squarely on someone’s lawn and looks loved. I wish it were closer to the road, but it’s not and the house has wide-eyed windows. The tree's overflowing, but I’m not a trespasser, and am about to walk on when I notice a hand-drawn sign stapled to a wooden stake, “U-pick plums”. I laugh, happy with the world tonight, and cross over to taste them. Delicious sour and sweet, thinking I must come back, because I love to freeze sour plum juice for recipes.
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Sidonie Maroon is a Recipe Developer, Food Writer, Chef and Culinary Educator.She also blogs at her recipe site: abluedotkitchen.com and for the Port Townsend Food Coop