I have one very distinct memory from my childhood that involves prunes. I was probably 6 or 7 years old at the time. I was sitting in my Sunday school class at church and the teacher was discussing how things were during the time when Jesus was alive. Somehow her instruction led to us trying foods similar to those that Jesus would have eaten. I was very excited at the prospect of a snack. Somehow I was always hungry about half way through church and snacks were always welcomed as far as I was concerned. When Sister Majares (yes, I remember her name even now although I'm not sure I spelled it right) produced a basket with some goodies and then pulled out prunes I was crushed.
Side note: I was a picky eater when I was a kid, a very picky eater. When I think back about all the things I didn't like it actually becomes easier to list the things I did like because the list is about 10 foods long as opposed to the lengthy list of "poisons" that I wouldn't touch.
Sister Majares offered me one of said prunes. I wouldn't even touch it. I imagined it tasting like green olives or some kind of disgusting cooked vegetable. I watched the other kids enjoy theirs (what is wrong with them??) and remained hungry until I got home and probably had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (definitely on the approved list of things that could be eaten).
Fast forward to last week. I pulled a large bag of prunes out of the pantry. A friend of mine moved out of town a couple months ago and brought us all of her left over food, including the large bag of prunes. Since I am too thrifty to simply throw the prunes away I was determined to find something to cook with them so we could use them. I remembered a chocolate cake I'd tried once that was made with prunes and figured that would be my best course of action...take the nasty mushy black things and make something good out of them.
I found a suitable recipe online that got good reviews and started mixing up the ingredients. Half way through though I decided I should try one of the prunes. I tentatively took a tiny bite and guess what...it was delicious, tasted like the expensive fruit leather that we splurge on occasionally. Seriously? Prunes are good? Then I had the thought, "What exactly is in these yummy things?", so I looked at the back of the bag...ingredients: dried plums. What? Prunes are dried plums? Well, of course they would be yummy then, plums are the best.
Moral of the story...don't starve through church until you have all the facts.
Here is a picture of the yummy cake with prunes in it (I think I will just eat the rest of the prunes plain though since they are so tasty)...