Bake them! Cake them! Poach them! Your end-of-summer self will thank you (and so will your vanilla ice cream).
I didn’t understand the rave about Burros’ cake until I started making it myself. I grew up in Pakistan where the plums were heady and purple black. My mother makes jam from them that often found their way into crostata. I make Burros’ torte with almond flour. It’s half way between pudding and cake. And I imagine adding streusel on top would only add to its charm.
Oh, I want all of this!
So much to say about this post. Plums in a pressure cooker to start, and that humble, modest, remarkable plum cake that represents everything I love in a cake. Then, your final pledge, that left my heart aching for that family: they deserve all the love, strength and support ❤️
Truly sorry to hear about Aubrie. I wish her and her family strength as they deal with this blow.
The plums coming to dessert rescue!