On to the chopping and preparing of the plums. Were they like bullets?........no ! they were soft, luscious, dripping......and the taste?.....sweet, lush, sunshine. The scales fell from my eyes, I didn't have green plums, I've got a beautiful bucket of fragrant juicy greengages!!!
Here you can see them all chopped and ready to go in the maslin pan. As you can see I chucked in a couple of imposter "proper"plums to make the quantity up to 1.5kg. Later on I wished I hadn't put them in because the skins didn't soften as quickly as the greengages.
Amazingly, greengages (and plums, damsons, etc) have got kernels inside that smell strongly of almonds. Who knew?? Its a little tricky cracking stones covered in slippery greengage flesh..... They were eventually covered in boiling water and later slipped from their little tough jackets, unleashing their pungent almondiness. Mmmmmmm......
1.5kg greengages simmering with 400ml water, waiting for 1.25kg sugar to be added.
7 jars of jam!
Next year I'll pick the fruit a good 2-3 weeks before the stage they were at yesterday because I lost half the crop to splitting by waiting for them to ripen.
I found the tree label in my album of notable plants (I used to keep all the labels, but have lapsed in the last 2 years) I thought we had bought a plum. The garden centre (Webbs) certainly sold us a plum. But no, our tree is definitely a Cambridge Gage.
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