Sonntag Kaffee und Kuchen
There is a moment each summer, right at the height of it, when you first realize it won´t last forever. When it comes to food, at least to me, that moment is marked by the appearance of the plum. For someone who grew up in Germany, plum cakes belong to late summer days like thunderstorms, my birthday and the very first fallen leaf you spot on the ground.
The plum cakes of my childhood were simple, rustic tray bakes or tarts, covered with streusel and flaked almonds, and crowned with dollops of whipped cream on a special day. If I was very lucky, there was some marzipan involved in the topping, adding a hint of almondy sweetness to the fruit that, in some German summers, would have gained from an extra dose of sunshine. In exchange, the acidic plums tame the sweetness of the marzipan – a win-win of flavors to…
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