Apologies for the blog delay, but we’re in the midst of a plum emergency. My plum tree decided that it was time for every one of its 600 plums to be ripe. NOW. So the kitchen’s been a-boiling with vats of jam, butter, chutney, and sauce. For days, I’ve been slicing, simmering and spicing up plums, filling hot glass jars and screwing on lids; sliding the filled jars into the boiling water bath, and whew! I’ve been a one-woman assembly line. The best part is when, after ten minutes in the boiling bath, the shining jars come out of the bath to cool. That little ‘pock’ you hear when the lids seal tight is one of the loveliest sounds of summer.
What could make life more complete? Well, it turns out this week that I’ve been translated into French on the writer Nathalie Chassériau’s blog “Vive le Lenteur”—Long Live Slowness. To which I say, Amen. I was shocked to hear that I’d missed International Slow Day on June 21 (I guess the news was too slow to reach me in time), but I do love the way I sound in French: « Nous sommes tellement amoureux des technologies que nous ne prenons pas le temps de penser au meilleur moyen de nous en servir, ni quelles peuvent en être les implications. Les livres sont devenus pour moi le lieu idéal où je peux enfin lever le pied ». I said most of that (in English) to a Newsweek reporter, but I don’t remember saying the part about “enfin lever le pied,” but now that I think of it, what a bonne idée! Merci, Nathalie!
So, quick post this week, to catch you up on the plum situation. In the coming weeks, look forward to more Slow News from North Oakland, including some slow book reviews, and your eagerly-awaited update on the neighborhood farm news. In the meantime, I’m going to crack open a new slow book I just bought and lever le pied. Vive le Lenteur! And le jam.