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August 30, 2009

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Catriona

Wow, that takes me back. We had a Victoria plum tree in our garden and every year I recall being glutted with these lovely, sweet, juicy fruit. And every year my Dad trotted out the same awful joke about the requirement to ship a portion of the crop to the Queen because the nation anthem says (sorry about this) 'send her Victorias'.

Enjoy munching your Victoria plums.

liz Elliot

Some tastes take you straight back to childhood - Have you read Nigel Slater's "Toast"? With me it's Victoria plums warm from the tree, sweet cherries with bird pecks out of them and raw rhubarb with the end dipped in granulated sugar! I think with my own kids it'll be wild strawberries and sloe berries -none of them can stomach rhubarb! All the best, Liz

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