I have a small confession. I don’t looooove plums. (Read: I would never purchase plums, but I suppose if you serve them for dessert, I’ll eat one.) It’s really the pit and juice combo that gets me. They don’t release their pit easily – they hold on for dear life and get juice all over your mouth and arms in the process. It’s a struggle. I’ll struggle for artichokes, mangoes, and pomegranates but not for plums. Not worth it.
My guy recently bought pluots…a whole bag of pluots. To me, pluots seem like a terrible idea, because they’ve taken the splendid little sweet and tart apricot and made it worse with a juicier, sweeter flesh and a pit that won’t quit. What to do with an entire bag of these little jerks?
