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| Wild plums @ Xenopoulo, Kefalonia |
Sweet because the wild plum tree he planted some years ago had its best yield ever.
Nice, round, ripe too! It has been decades since I indulged in just picking fruit off a tree and devouring it on the spot.
It is ironic how often I've described the tastes and aromas of Kefalonia on brochures and websites without enjoying them in this simple manner for so long.
Faith is reconfirmed...
I filled up several bags to carry back to my friend Katerina; she knows how to make this taste last longer. Over the next few days, she will pit them, cut them, and do her secret magic until they show up again in vases as marmalade or jam. (I'm trying to convince her to go commercial with this God-given talent).
Meanwhile, go ahead , pick one!
Even the ones captured out of focus are yummy...
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