09/06/2026
I still think of my grandmother every time a ripe plum twists open easily in my hands.
She had apricot and plum trees in her orchard in Switzerland, and I spent a lot of my summers there growing up. I remember her teaching me to twist the fruit open to remove the pit. It was always so perfectly ripe that even my little hands could do it.
Itās such a small memory, but it comes back every year when the plums start appearing. I live in Quebec now, but give me a basket of ripe plums and Iām right back there in her orchard.
Is there a food that instantly takes you back to your childhood?