Some pretty purple plums at the market last week spoke to me. “We’d be delicious grilled,” they said.
So I picked ’em up and waited for an opportunity to have my Beloved throw them on the grill after he’d made some sort of carnivore’s delight. I only had to wait until today. Caswell, who is learning the art of grilling from his father, set the halved plums on the barbecue grill and proceeded as instructed.
I was so looking forward to a sweet dessert!
I topped the plums with freshly made whipped cream, and I luxuriated in my first bite. It started out sweet but about three chews in, all I was tasting was burnt wood. And whipped cream. Not a good combination.
Grilling lesson: Don’t overcook the stone fruit.