There is a five-story walk-up in the Bronx. My childhood friend Risa lived there with her parents, Leon and Esther and her sister Mara. Esther often baked Plum Kuchen (Kuchen is German for Cake). When she baked a Kuchen, her apartment had an aroma of cinnamon and plums that you could smell in the hallway. The scent still evokes fond memories for me. Esther was gracious enough to share her recipe. I changed a few things and retained the integrity of this delicious dessert.