The Victoria plum: a classic English autumn fruit, turns from a raw, sour green to a plump, luscious, beautifully blemished pinky-purple plum palette with a sweet, juicy, light-yellow flesh circling a slim pointed stone.
This is the plumbing work of the garden… No spanners, no pumps, no overflows, no leaks (only plums!) just a slender hand is required to reach through the leafy branches and gently twist and pluck the meaty morsels from their stems.Now what to do? Perfect as they are, whole or sliced, try compotes, jams and preserves – preserving means a happy surprise at Christmas to find an autumn plum amongst your feast – adventurous pies and crumbles, add cinnamon and warm it up!
Little Jack Horner
‘Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said “What a good boy am I”‘
An English language nursery rhyme; the earliest reference to the verse was in ‘Namby Pamby,’ a ballad by Henry Carey, published 1725.
These are the common modern lyrics.