Crossing the Plum Line

Jeff has a plum tree, which means he's been giving away bags of ripe plums to everyone that doesn't run away fast enough.

I made plum butter with mine -- it's a bit of a misnomer since there's no butter involved, just plums, sugar, and water -- and while it's probably a little thinner than it is supposed to be, it's perfect as a syrup substitute for waffles.

Jeff is making what we will call hillbilly wine. He wanted to see if he could make wine without going out and buying extra stuff, so in his garage he has a bunch of plums fermenting in a detergent bucket. He used bread yeast and ran out of sugar, so I'm guessing this might be a bit of a disaster, but he's not very picky about his alcohol so I'm sure he'll drink it anyway.

I think he might as well distill the wine into brandy (which he could probably do with the stuff he has in the garage), but that's probably too hoity toity for him.

Hopefully the wine won't be damaged by the lack of attention this weekend -- he's off camping with his buddies in the state park. They used to have bottle rocket wars, where they would aim the fireworks at each other and use trash can lids as shields, but now they're getting old, so they just sit around and drink and read books.

Anyhow, if anyone wants a bag of plums, I know where you can get some. Cheap.