First, happy Independence Day, everyone!
Second, I just had the best plum, ever. The bin at the store said "black plums." I'd pretty much given up on plums a few years ago. I have fond memories of picking warm and juicy plums from my own plum tree when I was a little kid. We lived in Westminister, California and had the best plum tree ever. I'm not just saying that out of nostalgia. Those plums were amazing. Almost black on the outside and deep, deep reddish-purple on the inside.
Over the years, I've randomly found that variety of plum, but it's inconsistent. They are usually labeled "plums," and look just like the plums that have the yellow stuff inside. I do not like those plums. Not that they are bad, just not worth eating.
My son loves plums, so I buy them for him. Last week, I bought five black plums, he ate four, I watched him eating #4, it was the plum from my kidhood. Damn. I grabbed the last plum and took a bite. Yellow. Damn.
I immediately went to the store and bought five plums. I ate one in the car (yellow...) and saved the rest. All had yellow insides. Fucking plums. It was the grocery store, so they had little stickers. All the plums had the same label. Black Plum 4040 or Plum 4040. The plums from before had the exact same labels. Nice system.
Yesterday, I bought five more. I made sure to get a variety of shapes and sizes from the bin. I'm super analyzing them as I eat them. I feel like Kramer at the fruit market. #1 was yellow. My son ate #2, also yello. #3 was dark, dark purple. It was mine and it was the one. It was so juicy and sweet. The kind of good that makes you cringe that the napkin is absorbing some of the juce!
There are two more. I think they are yellow. It's better to be surprised...