This baked dessert is a joy. A crowd’s pleaser with its soft, tender, almost confit summer fruit baked in its own juices, a bit of butter and sugar. Simple as that. Is also an ode to estival season: we’re on the peak of stone fruit production, so chances are you will get the juiciest, fragrantly prunes, apricots or whatever other stone fruit you choose, actually you can use n’importe quel fruit in season; such as figs, raspberries or mulberries to mention a few. If this intro is not good enough for you to turn on your oven, let me tell you it takes only five minutes to prep, a good hour to slowly bake (while you continue sipping some mocks & cocktails by the pool), and finally five more minutes to dress up and serve to table.
Strawberry season in France is a thing, you know? And is a short one since it last only from (usually late) Spring to Summer. I started to spot cagettes with strawberries from Spain in markets and supermarkets about late March, but it was just about these last weeks that I saw Gariguettes strawberries from Carpentras, a french variety that, next to Mara de Bois, are acclaimed as the favorites of french people. It was until then that the husband and I got the idea to jam them.
Black zapote (or sapote) is a fruit native of Mexico and Central/South America. It is a seasonal fruit that starts to be seen in mercados (markets) on September just in time for Independence day, and that will see its end in December, by Posadas time. However depending the region of the country you can get zapotes earlier in July. Next to mameys and chicos, they are the ugliest-mexican-fruits-with-weird-names-group but with rich texture and fullfiling flavors.
Probably is this lack of attractiveness the reason why black zapotes aren’t used in many ways (which is a shame).
No matter if you are five, eighteen or forty four, you will always be her baby and she will always be there for you.
Better than diamonds and specially better than vacuum cleaners (don´t go there, just don´t go) our Moms prefer simple things like hugs, kisses and maybe one sweet treat (or two). My Mom still keeps those handmade letters I wrote for her when a was a little girl. Isn´t that cute?