But then, just like that, the prunes stewed their way back into my life. Suffice it to say I was all too happy to leave stewed prunes in the past of my childhood. You see, growing up, my Mom would make a variation of stewed prunes and would then “force” us to eat it on things like yogurt and oatmeal. But don't hate it til you've ate it (or at least until you've read through the entire post haha) because I’m telling you these stewed prunes are melt-in-your-mouth buttery, carmel-y, warm, spiced, cozy, decadent goodness and once you try them, I swear, you won’t be able to get enough of them.
Prunes? Is this lady nuts? I mean, who eats prunes?! (Besides 80 year-old ladies, of course.) Which is what I’m sure you were thinking based off the title alone.
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