I love the fact that where I live there are literally dozens of wild plum trees lining the roads and pathways and at this time of year they are dripping with fruit. It seems a crime not to fill baskets full every time I go out... I hate to see them falling on the ground going to waste.
Which of course means that I end up making endless jars of jam. It always makes me think about a brilliant childrens' book called "Jam" by Margaret Mahy that my boys used to love when they were little. We used to read it over and over again and it always made them laugh.
It tells the story of the Castle family who have a stay at home Dad. When their plum tree starts to drop fruit he discovers he has a talent for making jam and ends up making so much he fills every container in the house. They end up eating jam with absolutely everything to use it all up and they put on so much weight over the year he puts them all on a strict exercise regime... and just as they are getting back to normal, playing a healthy game of cricket in the garden and looking forward to eating something other than jam, they hear the thud of the first plum falling on the roof again! Not quite the story in our house as I've still not used all jam left over from last year...
But it doesn't stop me making more... and this year I've been experimenting with different flavours. A little vanilla in with the golden yellow Mirabelles and a splash of Amaretto liqueur with the red plums.... which proved to be very popular.
So much so, I made another seven jars on Monday... which Stewart re-christened "Plumaretto Jam"
It's a very pretty colour.
And now there are Damsons to deal with too. I might have to make Damson Gin with those... only so much jamaretto I can eat!