Mr E Man left town on Friday for a three day music festival on Vancouver Island. His friend had a spare ticket, and Mr E Man - unlike me - has the flexibility to take a couple of days off at very short notice. He should get home around the same time as I do tonight, and I'm rather pathetically excited.
So, what does a modern feminist do with herself when her husband is away all weekend and, thanks to the efforts of feminists from previous generations, she has all the options of a sunny Vancouver day open to her?
She bakes cakes and makes jam.
I didn't know I had it in me until we bought our house, but a huge plum tree bearing more fruit than we can eat - that all ripen at the same time - is a good motivator for these kinds of domestic activities. We've already given away all the fruit that our friends, neighbours and co-workers will accept; at this point we're practically begging people to take them off our hands!
The German-style plum and almond cake turned out great. My friend Dr Pants came over yesterday afternoon to help me eat it. Worried that our excitement about having tea and cake in the garden was a sign that we are now officially old, she also brought beer. Good times.
I still have a couple of big bags full of sweet yellow plums, so I'm going to make another cake and another batch of jam tonight. I'm not quite ready to start making beer or wine just yet, but give me a couple of years and I might give it a shot.
Does anyone have any other good plum recipes?