This plum galette, eaten this week by the ladies at Lunch Studio, is so dark and juicy and messy and vivid, it feels like a scene could’ve been devoted to it in Quentin Tarantino’s gory new jewel, Inglourious Basterds. I want to sink my teeth into one of these luscious purple plums, to let the juices seep over my hands and forearms, into the crevices in the pretty golden crust, to let the powdered sugar find its way to my nose.
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It’s nice to meet you too! Thanks for the comment and post of the luscious plum galette. Good luck at school, looking forward to your observations of food in New Eng. vs. New Orleans.