
How lucky am I to be on vacation a few miles away from a small roadside grove of wild plum trees? A friend who was in Northern California a few weeks ago tipped me off to the secret spot and it was our first — and now a daily — destination. The first crop came home in our in-flight dog carrier with a few extra slung in the skirt of my daughter's dress.
In the last few days we've made pies and tarts, topped our morning cereal, stuffed our pockets for plummy snacks on hikes, and cooked up a few months' worth of plum jam.
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