Definitely one of my favorite things about our new kitchen is the bookcase under one bank of windows. I can finally keep all my cookbooks in the kitchen with me. They didn't all fit in these shelves, but 80 percent of them did. The rest are in one of the cupboards under the island, which is good enough. At least they are all in the same room.
Ella Fitzgerald, one of our two Jazz Cats, loves the new book case. In the summer, she can smell the outside through the open windows and keep an eye on the crows. In the winter, the steam radiator (hidden behind the black screen on the left) will warm up the soapstone counter she's sitting on. I suspect she will spend a lot of time there.
At a neighborhood potluck last night, I got a tip about a plum tree at a vacant house a couple of blocks away. So I went this morning with my next-door neighbor, the wildly creative interior designer Marketa Rogers, to do some urban gleaning.
I'm not quite sure what to do with these. They are the little round kind, not much bigger than a Bing cherry. They are deliciously sweet and tart and very juicy. They would make a great pie, but I'm trying to shed a few pounds and pie won't help. I think I'll either make a few jars of jam, or pit and freeze them to make a pie later when I have more calorie capacity for eating pie.
Any other plum ideas? For now or to use with frozen plums later.
WEEKEND COOKING


