You know that a pluot is a cross between a plum and an apricot, right? And that the wonderful, amazing Starr family lives right across the street from me, and always shares their incredible summer bounty.
year, they gave us a giant 5-gallon bucket of pluots. Wowza! In the past I’ve
made jam; this year I made pastries with them.
But most people simply enjoy
biting into these crimson, juicy fruits.
I knew we
couldn’t use them all up quickly enough, so I packed a few goodie bags to
deliver to friends. And, with social
distancing, I would just put the bag on the porch, ring the bell, and
take off. Then I dictated the following text: “I left a bag of pluots on your
What could go wrong, right? Ah, you forgot this is Joniopolis. So my message actually read, “I left a bag of fluids on your porch.”
That’s right. A BAG OF FLUIDS. Just what everyone hopes to find at their front door. And during a Covid Pandemic. So if you get a weird text from me, just know that my intentions were good; my spell check not so much.
summertime is a great time to curl up with books as well— find all of mine here!