And then my heart melted onto the floor. Especially since all she got for dinner was scrambled eggs because I’ve been on a dinner strike lately. Hence these plum tartlets gettin all up in your face. Poor Eric, he’s been living on nothing but different versions of these the past few days, when probably all he wants is for me to make a casserole or tacos or SOMETHING that doesn’t involve plums. It’s raining plums around here, thanks to my parentals’ tree. PS Eric and I are planning a weekend getaway sans kiddos. We are thinking San Francisco/Muir Woods or maybe Yosemite. What would you pick? Also do you think everything will be too crazy busy 4th of July weekend?
Don’t worry too much about the shape they end up rolled in. It’s rustic! Brush away the excess flour. Pretty much any kind of jam would be yummy I think. I tried both Cherry and Apricot Pineapple. Here’s how I slice my plums. Don’t forget that butta.
