A tub of plums landed on the counter this morning. They’re too good to just eat over the sink, so there’s going to be a tart. Soon. Look at that dusty white coating. That’s the bloom, a natural wax the fruit makes on its own, and it rubs off the moment you handle it. When it’s still this thick nobody has been polishing them or digging through the box. They got here pretty much the way they left the tree.