I have this super adorable Aunt, a wee little Polish bubble of a thing, who got drunk on Manischewitz and told all about electric prunes.
They are prunes in a mason jar, steeped in Kentucky moonshine until their drunk powers ripen. The topmost prunes are plucked out with the arthritic fingers of an old woman, who suddenly finds herself imbibed with gigglesome joy and kicky little dance moves, followed by great regularity. The ones at the bottom are gleefully tackled with a fork, just whenever. So good a body just can't believe it.
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