I’m barefoot, flour already on my cheek. Plums tumble purple and velvet, juice staining my fingers. Cinnamon hits the air—warm, spicy, instant hug. I smash butter into flour with my hands, crumbs flying. Plums sink into golden dough, sugar sparkles on top like frost. Into the oven—poof, the whole kitchen smells like autumn heaven. Timer dings. Edges bubbly, center gooey, steam curling up. First bite: hot, jammy, buttery bliss. I moan a little. Best mess ever ♡