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Doug G's avatar

Jamie, here's a funny story. When our kids were in their early teens, someone gave us a decent-size container of homemade fudge sauce. My wife and I liked to scrape out a spoonful after dinner. To prevent our kids from finding our stash, I labeled the container Prune Compote. It was effective for quite a while, until one decided to see exactly what "prune compote" was. We still make references to it 30 years later.

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Ruth Stroud's avatar

I suddenly got hungry for the leathery dried prunes in my fridge while reading this engaging account of the elegant pruneaux au vin of France and their rich and delicious history. It really is a far cry from the stewed prunes my dad ate so religiously every morning (for medicinal reasons!). I can only imagine how delicious they would be with ice cream, whipped cream or even pound cake! Thank for another excellent piece, Jamie!

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