Darek and Beata came over for a week.  I love having them here, have been thinking about what to cook for them for a while and this evening decided to make tarte tatin, but with plums. Taste – wise, yes. When it comes to texture, shit. The plums released so much juice that the puff pastry stood no chance. It baked, but it had nothing of the delicious crunchiness on the edges. We ate it with vanilla ice cream, regardless. Maybe different kind of plums next time, me thinks.