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9.27.2004

Windblown and sleepy, with tarte aux quetsches

This morning’s heavy fog turned the parking lot outside my window into an abstract painting—maybe a Jasper Johns, a soft gray with faint white diagonal lines and tiny brown spots where leaves had fallen. Oh dear reader, I am windblown and sleepy. My kitchen table is filthy with crumbs, oil smears, and a streak of blue cheese. There’s sand inside my shoes and between my toes.
I can’t complain. It's Monday.

Last night was a potluck dinner for four. [Jess would have made five, but she was absent due to an unfortunate bout of onion-ring-and-Velveeta-dip-induced food poisoning.] We made do. Robert baked a slab of king salmon in parchment paper and doused it with a sauce of honey, lime, and soy sauce. Sam steamed baby bok choy with shiitakes, tofu, and scallops, and Teresa brought crusty bread and a terrific green salad with walnuts, Spanish blue, and apples from her yard. Following my usual tendency towards dessert, I made a French prune plum tart.



Although it was certainly lovely on the plate and the tongue, I have to admit that the raw pâte brisée was the most satisfying part: rolling it out was like working with a thick sheet of fabric, smooth and cold. Martha Stewart may be in prison, but her pâte brisée recipe remains untarnished.

Sometime after dinner, Sam finished the beer in my fridge, along with the last of my beloved Plymouth gin. He then tried (unsuccessfully) to conceal the evidence by refilling the bottle with water, but I like him anyway. There was much discussion of nakedness, family, and loves lost or thwarted; a bit of tickling and squealing; and some lying around on the floor. I hoped to scandalize them, but I failed. Instead I made everyone touch the razor-sharp calloused edge of my pinky toes. They marveled, and then they went home. I tumbled into bed around one.

I dragged myself back out at seven. Dear photographer-friend Margot arrived at 7:45, camera bag in hand, and we sped out to West Seattle and the ferry that would take us to Vashon and Maury Islands.



We drove to the tip of Maury, where a lighthouse was bleating through the fog, and, after a bit of scouting,



we got down to work.

The theme is reproduction, Margot-style. She’s been making little plaster fetuses for months, forming and painting them and unintentionally frightening family and friends. Last Friday night she had me crouched over a kerosene lamp in a wooden shed, wearing a plain but old-fashioned red dress from Goodwill and a dainty white apron, pretending to examine tiny fetuses hatching from latex rocks. In today’s shoot, I was to wear the aforementioned dress and pretend to collect rocks—presumably baby-filled rocks—on the beach. She shot rolls and rolls of me barefoot amidst pebbles and seaweed and shards of shells, trying to look as though I were not freezing to death and half blowing away, which I was. But the fog was otherworldly; the fishermen kindly ignored us; and we saw a dead jellyfish and iridescent purple mussel shells scattered everywhere. And Margot, ever considerate of her models, had brought me a thermos of hot tea. On the way home we talked longingly of sleep and filled ourselves enormous sandwiches of Swiss cheese, slivered bell peppers, fresh basil leaves, olive oil, salt, and pepper.

Tonight there will be more plum tart, and my bed.

Tarte aux Quetsches, or Prune Plum Tart
Adapted from Saveur

This recipe makes one 12-inch tart, or—as I found—one 9-inch and one 7-inch tart. The directions below are for the latter.

1 recipe Martha Stewart’s pâte brisée
2 pounds prune plums, halved lengthwise and pitted
2 eggs
¼ cup sugar (I used unrefined cane sugar)
3 Tbs all-purpose flour
¼ cup heavy cream
¼ cup 2% or whole milk

Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit, positioning a rack in the top one-third of the oven.

Remove chilled pastry dough from the refrigerator and let sit at room temperature for five to ten minutes. Roll into two rounds and ease into removable-bottom tart pans. Gently press dough into the corners of pan and trim off excess, or fold it over to reinforce the side rim. Prick the bottom of the pastry all over with a fork, and set aside.

Arrange plums, cut side down, in a single layer inside pastry shells. Whisk together eggs, sugar, flour, heavy cream, and milk in a medium bowl until smooth, and then pour custard over plums.

Carefully transfer tart to the oven and bake until plums are soft and top of custard is golden, about 45 minutes to one hour. Transfer tart to a rack to let cool completely before serving.

7 Comments:

Blogger pipstar said...

Are we going to be seeing some of these pictures?? :-)

Also I am very interested in trying this plum cake (I really am going to have to stop reading your blog if this continues!). Every time I go to Germany I gorge myself on plum cake and it is so divine but I have never tried to make it myself. How will I identify prune plums? I don't think I have seen them here! Is it a particular type of plum?

4:47 PM, September 27, 2004  
Blogger Molly said...

Well, my dear pipstar, I'm not sure if or when we might get a glimpse of Margot's new series...but let's just hope the photos turn out alright, or else I'll be wearing that dress AGAIN! That said, however, I do have a few photos of our outing--and of the plum tart--and will hopefully get them posted tomorrow night. My not having a digital camera makes things so complicated. Hmph.

And as for things involving plums, you should also check out an old post of mine in which I talk about a plum torte, which may be more like the plum cakes you've had in Germany: http://orangette.blogspot.com/2004/08/few-of-my-favorite-things-as-inspired.html. And re: prune plums, hmmm. You might see them in the market under the name Italian plums, French plums, prune plums, or maybe even quetsches. They are oblong and a bit smaller than an egg, with dark purple dusty skin and a slightly greenish to brown interior. Sooo delicious. I've been a little bit obsessive about them this summer, as you might be able to see...

10:16 PM, September 27, 2004  
Blogger amylou said...

Molly! Your timing is impeccable. I have a bag full of what I think are prune plums in my fridge, freshly picked from a plum tree at a friend's house. I actually have my heart set on making plum preserves. The thing is, the last (and only) time I tried baking with plums, I had a devil of a time pitting them. Okay, you slice all around and twist, just like an avocado. But how do you extract the pit without mangling the half where it's still attached? Off to buy a cinnamon stick for the preserves now...

6:30 AM, September 28, 2004  
Blogger Molly said...

Mmmm, plum preserves sound delicious, amylou! Can't wait to hear more about them!
As for your pitting woes, hmmm, I'm not sure. I've never had trouble removing the pit from prune plums--it just comes out cleanly. But I did buy some prune plum lookalikes this summer called French sugar plums, and I had a hell of a time getting the pits neatly out of those. I wonder if it's a slight difference in varietal?

9:03 AM, September 28, 2004  
Blogger Mark said...

Oh Molly. Your posts about food always make me hungry! I have a plum tree in the garden, so I will have to try your mouthwatering recipe...

I wonder if Macromedia will ever develop a 'scratch and sniff' add-on for web sites???

3:36 AM, September 30, 2004  
Anonymous Ellie said...

Absolutely gorgeous! I've never seen these prune plums on sale before, but next time plum season hits our shores, I'm going to have to try and track them down!

7:07 PM, April 29, 2007  
Blogger Kirrily said...

OMG, I have that same weird thing on my little toes! (Beautiful looking recipe btw -- but plum season has been and gone, here. I've been making far breton, though.)

5:26 AM, April 30, 2007  

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