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Cooked Fruit in Poland - Fruity Fillings, Flan, Pies, Tarts and JAM [85]
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When autumn arrives (the season of mellow fruitfulness rather than when fall arrives and the leaves fall), where I work there are a lot of hedges. Amongst the inedible hawthorn, thuja, false cypress and field maple, there are some real treats.
There are various plums, including greengages and damsons. There is a pear tree that is good on some years, but not on others, loads and loads of blackberries growing on the bramble that seems to get everywhere and helps to protect some of the fruit from some but makes it more of a challenge for others. There are also things like elderberries and sloes that you wouldn't eat off the plant, but can be used in the production of certain alcoholic drinks.
As these just grow in hedges and are not the plants we actually sell, and because the boss and his family are no longer interested in gathering all the fruit, it is all left hanging on the trees and bushes. Or is it?
Anyway...
So last autumn, it was quite a sight. Working close to one particular plum tree, I had already filled my pockets with delicious fruit. A team of Polish temps passed by, stopping to grab a few handfuls and pocketfuls of owoce before moving on.
A few moments later a lady who has worked there for many years stopped her tractor with the trailer just below the branches. She looked around to check that the coast was clear - she didn't notice me, or if she had, she knew I'd have done the same thing - at least the boss wasn't about. She climbed onto the trailer, stuffed her pockets full of plums and drove off, eating!
I reached into my pocket for yet another plum. Suddenly my manager (not the big boss) appeared as if out of nowhere (like they do) to check up on what I was doing. He noticed I was eating - at least I was working at the same time - but he didn't comment. As we was talking, he edged closer and closer to the now legendary tree. "Blah blah blah... and when you've finished that, can you blah blah blah..." he was now under the tree. "Blah blah blah... and then we need to get blah blah blah... SCOFF SCOFF SCOFF! Mmmm! These plums are good!"
That afternoon at the end of work, I saw several bulging carrier bags being carried into the car park, to the cars of Polish temps and of people who are so native to this part of the world they were probably born in hedgerows.
There were also people showing a few signs of slightly dodgy stomachs from indulging in a little too much of the season's mellow fruitfulnes.
Surely, the fruit hasn't been exhausted already?
I keep hearing about Polish pastries. I hope I haven't said this in this thread already, but doesn't Polish pastries sound better than Danish pastries (that in Danish are referred to as being Viennese, not Danish).
Over the last few months, this thread remained as dormant as an apple tree in winter. Nothing could be seen happening, but below the surface was life. The roots of a tree go on growing even though all above seems lifeless.
The fruit trees at work this year were mostly unimpresive. A few śliwki here and there, some gruszki that tasted a bit funny (they seem to alternate between good and bad years), but one amazing apple tree. Only a small tree, tucked away behind a polytunnel where most people didn't even notice it. Small tree, massive apples.
We were couped up in a polytunnel for hours on end working on inedible climbing plants, but every so often, someone had to do "inna praca" - drive off on the buggy to the apple tree, stand on the back so as to be able to reach the fruits (which got progressively harder and harder to reach) and bring a few back to make the main job more bearable.
"Następna praca. Znasz to drwewo obok P11?"
"Jabłka?"
Eventually, someone not involved in my area of work got the last few apples down with the aid of a cherry-picker (hydraulic platform), and he left them on one of the tables where we have lunch. They didn't last long.
If there had been more fruit, undoubtedly some of it would have been cooked. I suspect that someone did get out there with some carrier bags and remove a large number of plums while no-one was looking. I'm only just getting towards the end of my last cooked fruit experiment-gone-wrong: medlar syrup. It was supposed to have been jelly, but it first came out like boiled sweets set into jam jars, then after another heating and some extra water, it turned into a rather runny syrup. I'm sure it's helping with my cold - adding medlar syrup to a mug of hot water and lemon.
Anyone have any good fruit experiences this season?