Editor's Notebook

When I was in grade school, I often went for rides with my grandfathers. This time of year Grandfather Wrench was scouting for wild plums ripe for the picking. I think he had homemade plum butter at every meal. For breakfast he spread plum butter and Real Roast smooth peanut butter on the toast he ate with his oatmeal and coffee.

For dinner and supper, he spread the plum butter on fresh white bread so thick it dripped off. If pancakes were on the menu, he spread plumb butter on the cakes. I don’t remember if he liked Grandmother’s plum butter on soda crackers but that was a favorite of mine.

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