My grandmother wasn’t much of a cook. She could cook and she did cook three meals a day, seven days a week for more than 25 years — from when she got married in October of 1946 to when my Mom, her younger child, went to college, in September of 1971. After that, I imagine she continued to cook at least one or two meals a day for even most of the 70s, so by the time I was born, in the early 80s, she was really done.
The one thing that she continued to do was bake. I remember her making pies when I was little and then, at some point, and I don’t remember when exactly, sometime in the middle of my childhood, she started to make a plum cake.
I had no idea where the recipe came from. I had no idea how she made it. She was particular about buying “Italian plums” when they were in season so that she could make the cake — and to buy extra plums to make cakes to freeze.
By then, my grandfather had fully retired, and so they were traveling a lot, including frequently to Italy and the Mediterranean, and I think I just assumed that it was a recipe that she’d discovered on her travels. I needn’t go on about the cake; it was delicious. The plums would collapse into jammy goodness. The ratio of cake to fruit was perfect. It was what we ate for dessert on Sunday nights after our family dinner for years.
After a long while, sometime in the early 90s, when I was in my early teens, my grandmother announced she had a new dessert. A peach tart that she’d had a party that she’d very much enjoyed. She’d gotten the recipe from the friend of the friend who’d made it and she was very excited for us all to try it.
When she served it, it was terrible and almost inedible. We all tried to politely eat it but it quickly devolved when my Uncle inquired about who specifically had given her the recipe for the new “apple” dessert. My grandmother’s face froze. I jumped in to correct him and defend her, “It’s peach, Uncle D. Can’t you taste the fuzz?” I said.
”They are peeled,” my grandmother said icily and glared at both of us.
This briefly silenced the whole family and we all returned to eating the vanilla ice cream atop the terrible tart. After a few tense moments, my Mother sensed that maybe the door had been cracked. “Who gave you this recipe, Mom?” she asked, “Has she given you any other recipes?”
The way that my mother emphasized “other” sent us all over the edge and even my grandmother laughed.
But she wasn’t ready to throw in the towel. She told us how delicious it had been when she’d had it at Sylvia’s and how nice Sylvia’s friend had been on the phone reading it to her. Then she got up to get the card she’d transcribed the recipe to to see what had gone wrong.
My mother who is not much of a baker herself immediately honed in on the last instruction: Bake for 45 minutes at 450 degrees.
“Mom, that cannot be right!?!? Did you bake this for 45 minutes at 450 degrees!!!!!!?????” she asked.
After clarifying with the original author, and adjusting to 35 minutes at 350 degrees, the peach tart replaced the plum cake and became my grandmother’s go-to dessert. We ate it for about decade as well, until the early 2000s, when my grandmother began to suffer from Ahlziemer’s and her ability to bake and follow the the sequential steps of a recipe was lost.
This was just around the time that I started to really teach myself to cook and experiment with recipes and shop for local produce. To the best of my recollection, I saw the small, purple Italian plums at Eastern Market and the cake came flooding back to me.
I bought them and started googling. I knew that it was an “Italian” Plum Cake but that was about it. Fifteen years ago, the internet wasn’t what it is today. The New York Times had a few different c systems of digitized archives, behind different pay walls. The Food Network didn’t make all of the recipes from their shows available online. As Ruth has now explained, Gourmet’s recipes were on Epicurious, sometimes.
I read through a lot of recipes and none seemed exactly right but the best that I could come up with was one of Martha’s, but the texture of the cake was wrong and the ratio of plum-to-cake was wrong no matter how much I increased the amount of plums.