One of my favourite films is Crossing Delancey. It is about a matchmaking grandmother trying to match her granddaughter Isabella with Sam, the man who makes pickles. She, however, prefers Anton, a (philandering) writer. But of course in the end granny & the perseverence of the pickles man win her over. There's a scene where Anton (played by Jeroen Krabbe) recites the poem "Ripe plums are falling" by Confucius to woo or rather bed Isabella (played by Amy Irving). It comes at a point in the movie where you already want to shout at her: He's a prat [as many men reciting poetry in movies to a woman turn out to be] take the pickles man (played by Peter Riegert)!
Anyhow. Yesterday, my ripe plums were falling straight into a pie dish and a bed of lavender and muscovado sugar. Then I topped them with a simple vanilla cake dough (to cover a 23cm round pie dish: 70g sugar, 40g butter, 1 pk vanilla sugar, pinch of salt, 1 egg, 125g flour, 1/2 tsp baking powder, 1/4 tsp bicarbonate of soda) and baked the pie for about 15 minutes (until skewer comes out dry) in the oven at 180 C.
Fabulous! Plums and lavender turn out to be a match made in heaven. Just like Isabella and Sam.