Yum!
It's 38°C outside the front door, so my windfall mirabelles are warm...
If you're old enough, you will remember the kind of warm that British Rail [as was] used to achieve with the lettuce on their sandwiches; not quite cooking, but not so far off it...
Well, these little beauties are a bit hotter than that, but for some reason it's much more acceptable to eat hot plums (that have been heated by the sun under the tree from which they've fallen) than nearly-cooked lettuce on a sarnie from a train "refrigerator"!
Did I mention it's a beautiful day where I'm sitting?
Enjoy the summer!
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