Plum madness nearly over

Aug 19, 2007 00:04

Let's see. Canned plums, check: plum jelly, check. Chinese plum sauce, check: dried plums, check. Plum wine: in primary fermentation. Nice fellow will move to under apple tree tomorrow. I think there are enough good plums still on the tree for me to make more of the plum sauce (it's really good, though it's a color that would frighten you if ( Read more... )

wine, domesticity, apples, refrigerator, dishwasher, plums

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filkerdave August 19 2007, 13:37:47 UTC
Oh dear. I read that first bit as "Caned plums, check" and had this vision of you hitting them ...

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del_c August 19 2007, 14:59:06 UTC
There's nothing irrational about cubic feet: it's a volume you were quoting, I presume, and cubic feet are a volume, albeit a unit of a different size. I R a trained engineer, so I'm used to using odd sizes of measurement.

The units that make me want to stab my eyes out with a pencil are the ones whose dimension doesn't match what they're supposedly measuring, like force measured in units of mass, or impulse/mass measured in units of time.

(...and then called "SI", because hey, the second is an SI unit, right? Aaargh!)

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ex_hrj August 19 2007, 22:14:53 UTC
I don't suppose you'd be interested in doing any swapping? I have some quince jelly still left over from several years ago. And if you ever have a need for all the fresh Italian Laurel you could ever need, just say the word. I've been trying to get a good, productive plum going, but my tree has spent most of its life being depressed and mopey. (Not enough sunlight is a big problem. Storms that hit right when it's started blooming is another. And then there's my tendency not to water much in the summer ....)

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ellarien August 20 2007, 02:02:24 UTC
My mother just bought a new refrigerator -- a British-style, under-the-counter model, of course, maybe 8 cubic feet with one cubic foot of frozen-food space; there's nowhere in her kitchen to put an American-style one even if she wanted it. Her old one was slightly older than me (and I'm starting to think of myself as early-middle-aged); the door went rusty some time in the early 70's and was covered with wood-effect stick-on plastic that had faded to a sort of purple shade, but it still worked. The delivery men were surprised by the weight because it was made of metal rather than plastic.

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