For as far back as I can remember I've been excited by food. I have vivid memories of the coffee ice cream on summer vacations, the escargot and onion soup when we eat on our Easter break fishing trips, the rouladen, sauerkraut and smoked pork hocks from family dinners and the endless links of pork on sausage making day.
And it was one such memory that inspired me to bring home a bounty of prune plums from the market. My Grandma used to make a dense, lightly sweet cake that was layered with juicy plums and sprinkled with sugar. I haven't had her cake for years, but my taste buds, which can't tell time, remember it like it was yesterday.
This version was closer to a pastry than cake, but after one bite the juicy slightly sour plums and carmalized sugar took me right back.
Hey...I had an idea....PLUM DUMPLINGS....if you make them, I will eat them...:)
Posted by: Cara | December 03, 2009 at 03:23 AM