So a rarity happened to me recently. I was away on a trip to Aspen in the "This Is What America Looks Like" state of Colorado and woke up without a predetermined schedule. Option One: Find my coworkers and socialize. Option Two: Wander out by myself to see what the day would hold. Love my people, but opted for number two. After a big, strong Iced Americano at Ink! Coffee, I walked down the street to find a combo farmer's market/craft fair deal. And looky who else was there. These tiny plums of all colors, each about the size of a golf ball.
I wanted the green ones to be tart, but they were red and sweet. Not a problem. Perfectly ripe.
So my farmer's market friend in Chicago could share, I packed them up and brought them home. When he saw them the next morning at 7am, two were promptly eaten.
8.04.2010
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