RecipeMuncher

On a walk across a playing field with my mum and boyfriend I noticed lots of yellow blobs on the floor around the surrounding trees. Taking advantage of having my Mum present, a formidable Alys Fowler/Nigella Lawson hybrid , I proferred the fruit to her and asked if she knew what it was “Its a wild plum, bit like a Mirabelle.” That was enough for me to insist the three of us gather a small bag full, however  most of the fruit on the tree was not quite ripe. I resolved to retu (...)