Got 25 cents, put it in the slot, pull the crank, watch the wheels spin Cherrys, Plums, and Apples.
Except we are not in Las Vegas. Today, we are at Tenny Farms on Route 202 just south of Antrim, NH and it is the middle of July. Many go here for Icecream. When I realized I was getting husky a while back, I decided to go off the stuff. But, my weakness is fruit, especially plums.
Tenny farms seems to have the best fruit around.
You carefully select the plums you want, pay, walk out of the nicely appointed countrified store, get in your car and head south.
Let me describe a perfect Tenny Farm plum. It is deep purple, room temperature, it skin is smooth and gives in with a light push but pushes back with no indentation. It has almost imperceptible small white spots as if someone had poked it everso lightly with toothpicks.
It sits in the hand happily occupying the whole palm. I
f it is going to be a good one, you may think that one is not enough.
You bring it to your lips and teeth and bear down. What gave under light finger touch, breaks under tooth. Instantly, a sweet, tart, fresh taste is released. What lies beneath the skin is not mushy nor firm. It is supple and packed with flavor. Sometimes it is deep purple, other times it is tan. I prefer purple. The second, third or fourth bite reveals a pit. The pit is easily removed by a tooth pinch. In the mouth, it glides around like a lozenge. But soon it looses its flavor. You roll down the car window, wait for no car to be passing, and smartly spit the pit into the next lane. In the rearview mirror you see it bounce once, twice and roll.
Half the plum is left. Then none.
But you know there are more in the bag. And when they are gone, you can go back to Tenny Farms.