![]() Be warned, it’s likely to leave more than just your tongue feeling numb. Soor Ploom Cotton Flora Shorts - Stripe 51.00. Soor Ploom Cotton Hilda Camisole - Stripe 65.00. Soor Ploom Linen Emelia Skirt - Gingham 112.00. Soor Ploom Cotton Charlie Shortall - Light Wash Denim 115.00. Its gentle appearance belies an extremely tart finish and it’s pretty potent too. Soor Ploom Cotton Ines Romper - Stripe 119.00. Should I or should I not go for the acid colour as well as the acid taste? I decided against it, as strident colours in cocktails can usually only be achieved with artificial colours (though I’m currently toying with the idea of using a beetroot-infused gin in a Martini).Īnd so, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present for the very first time the au naturel Soor Ploom cocktail. Naming the resulting drink a Soor Ploom did throw up an interesting dilemma. ![]() Whatever, I was glad I did as recalling their so-wrong-its-right flavour made me realise a sours-based cocktail would be a great way to use up the homemade plum liqueur languishing in my cocktail cabinet. 66.60 111.00 Sign up to our newsletter for access to exclusive. I don’t know what made me think of these verdant delicacies over the weekend – perhaps the 99 I treated myself to at the beach on Sunday afternoon was a catalyst for childhood reminiscing. A quarter pound of those and your taste buds would be numb for the next 24 hours. Naming your publishing house after your favourite sweet is a bold move, yet it demonstrates commitment. Soor plooms (sour plums) in this case refers to the round, acid green and acid tasting boiled sweet. A soor ploom ('sour plum' in Scots) is a sharp-flavoured, round, green boiled sweet originally associated with Galashiels, Scotland and it is also Liane McKay, the founder of Soor Ploom Press’s, favourite sweet. She had done what she set out to do.Having a Scottish father means soor plooms, along with Irn Bru and tablet, were a childhood favourite of mine. She took it, and stepped one hesitant foot after the other. Timothy C Goodwins work has been published with Microfiction Monday Magazine, 365 Tomorrows, Every Day Fiction, Flash Fiction Magazine, and Soor Ploom Press. She wished she could catch this in her arms, the wind, the smell of the sea, the brightness of the sun on the water and take it with her.Ī hand came from the boat and reached out. Gannets and fulmars circled above her head, held by the island’s thermals. The group on the boat beckoned her forwards, but she raised her eyes to the sky, taking her time. The fireplace was banked up with peat, for who could leave a hearth empty and cold? She hoped their voices and their shadows would remain, soft lullabies, women’s laughter, the shouts of men on the cliffs. Founded during a cold winter on the banks of a loch in Argyll and within walking distance of our local sweet shop, Soor Ploom Pressnamed after our favourite hard-boiled sweetieis a new independent publishing house on a mission to find and share new. Every six months, we publish an edited collection in print giving a portion of any proceeds to the Shannon Trust, a charity which trains prisoners who. Every week, we deliver short poems and flash fiction direct to your inbox. The furniture had been removed, packed up on the previous boat, but she had left a small stool by the window, and on it were laid an opened Bible and wild flowers from the meadow. Soor Ploom Press is the home of playful and punchy writing from Scotland and beyond. Soor Ploom Press is an innovative new publishing house that will satisfy your craving for the very best in new writing. The whole population of the island, all thirty six souls were on the boat. Soor Ploom Press is the home of playful and punchy writing from Scotland and beyond. The men in their Sunday clothes and woollen bunnets gathered in clusters. On the boat, the women’s headscarves flapped against the wind as they fussed with their children. Her stiff limbs made walking painful, and her face showed the exertion. She picked her way down the path, past the thin line of cottages clutching the land that tilted down to the sea. The colour of the sky was knitted into her shawl, and her woollen skirt carried the shades of the sea grasses and the wild thrift. On storm-lashed days and nights, when the boats did not return. Tears were used up on harsh winters and dead sons. Her lips moved, speaking in her own tongue. Each room had been wished a goodbye, as old hands stroked the rough walls. Publisher: Soor Ploom Press ISBN: 9781739628406 Number of pages: 112 Dimensions: 198 x 129 mm. The wooden latch clicked for the last time.
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