You might – in an idle moment – wonder how things turned out witht he plums and the cockatoos. Wonder no more.
The season for the plums is over. We picked the last of what we will take yesterday.
My estimate is that the cockatoos managed to claim 75% of the crop. European blackbirds (of which we seem to have many) damaged and ruined perhaps another 15%. We picked the rest.
You can see some of the blackbird damage in th epicture – beak snips and nips that leave the plum rotting in place on the tree and need to be discarded when picked.
All in all we managed several picks over about a fortnight, and ended up with plenty. The tree is a large one and very generous in her bounty.
Our process is to halve each plum, pit it, blend and then spread on teflon sheets to dry in the dehydrater. Ends up like this.
The ‘leather peels away from the teflon sheets and, when it’s dry, it will tear with a sound like cardboard, Sticky to the hands.
It then gets torn up and popped into large coffee jars for storage (and munching in front of the television).
The flavour is generally more tangy (from the skins, I think) than sweet. A little like a mildly sour jelly candy thing that can be bought, these days.