Plumber’s Crack

A great part about our new house is the fruit trees that we have in the back yard. We brought orange, lemon, and lime trees with us from our last place, and there were several that were already here. There’s an apple tree, 2 orange trees, and a grapefruit tree as well as a couple that we haven’t been able to identify yet.

Then, there’s the largest and most mature tree. It’s over 15 feet tall, and there is more fruit on it than we could possibly use. When we first toured the house, we had no idea what it was. During the inspection, however, I was talking to a couple of our neighbors, and one mentioned that the previous owner used to bring her some of the fruit, and she loved it. She told us that it is a plum/apricot hybrid tree which is very cleverly shortened to pluot. 

Now, I’m not a huge fan of plums or apricots, but these are pretty tasty. They have a fairly tough skin, but the meat is nice and sweet. Once, I mistakenly called the fruit a plumricot instead of a pluot. Personally, I think this is a much better name. It’s just as catchy and much more descriptive. Of course, I was told that the name was incredibly silly, and my wife made fun of me pretty mercilessly. 

The name did stick long enough for someone to mangle it though. I can’t remember if it was one of the kids or Military Gramma, but instead of the incredibly cool “plumricot,” they said “plumber’s crack.” That was the end of the road, and no matter how much my wife tries to fight it, the tree will forever be known as the Plumber’s Crack Tree.

I mentioned that this tree produces way more fruit than we could possibly eat, so it’s time to get creative. CinC HOUSE has already put together a batch of Plumber’s Crack Jam, and I believe that we have some Plumber’s Crack Sorbet coming up in the near future. I might try to see if we can juice them at all and make a Plumber’s Crack Margarita.

Of course, my favorite is when the kids are playing in the background, and they start to get hungry. Then, Princess will normally yell at the top of her lungs, “MOMMY! CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A PLUMBER’S CRACK?” It’s somehow horrifying and hilarious all at the same time.

Long live the Plumber’s Crack!

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