Mirabelles of Lorraine
The official time to pick mirabelles started this week. They are about three weeks late but never mind they are so good that it was worth waiting.
I am still surprised when I meet somebody who tells me "I don't know what you are speaking about. What is a mirabelle ?" I forget that most of mirabelle trees in France are in Lorraine. I find it strange to have to explain it is a sort of yellow plum with a taste you can't compare with anything.
Once you have tasted mirabelle pies or mirabelle jam, you can't forget it. And some people would say that it is the same with eau-de-vie de mirabelle, but be careful it is too strong if you have to drive.
When I was a child we used to stand under the tree when adults shook it to get the fruit and pick them. I still remember all the mirabelles falling on my head and shoulders and the good laugh we had. And then all the ones we put in the barrel to fill it before going to the home distiller in the next village a few weeks later. Old men used to have a small glass of mirabelle before going to work or after our Sunday meal. Women tasted it by dipping a sugar lump in their husband's glass, we call it "un canard" (Don't ask me why we call it "a duck", I don't know).
A long time ago I tasted mirabelles on the French Riviera. The owner of the tree was so proud to offer me several. I didn't dare telling him they were not good, no taste, maybe they had a lot of sun to ripen but the ground is not the same, winters are not the same. It makes the whole difference.
Mirabelles are good in Lorraine only, of course.