Oh wow. What can I say here that I haven't already said? Not much. Just a lot of love and excitement over here. Ready to get to Maine, ready to see my family and the people I love, ready to get married, ready to vacation along lakes and in canoes and around full tables and under new stars. And ready to have the part of my brain back that has been thinking about this for months now. It's a wee bit tired and I think it's causing me to be especially lousy at typing and trail off in the middle of sentences. When I was a kid I used to give my mum the hardest time about doing that, and mum, are you out there? I get it now.
In an attempt to keep from going totally mad over the weekend, we wrangled our ladder into our tiny car and set off to scavenge cherries off of trees planted on public land. It was ridiculously fun. Picking cherries is already fun. But picking them for free up on a ladder in back of a parking lot somewhere is just especially fun and sneaky. We picked 10 pounds of cherries in no time (which, I know because we now own this, another awesome wedding gift that I freakin' love and so far have used way more than I ever thought, including at times for a postage scale, bonus!). We picked several different kinds; some sweeter like a bing and some tart like a pie cherry. I wish I knew what they all were. This whole Bing or Ranier cherry duopoly is just not cool, I know there is more to life as a cherry eater than that. All of the kinds we picked were fairly small. Upshot being: we pitted cherries for a damn eternity on Sunday morning. Holy pits. My left thumb is sore. By the time we were finished our entire kitchen looked like this:
Cherry juice everywhere! But we pitted them all and lived to tell the tale, and now there will be cherry pie in the dead of winter, what a treat. Anyone have any favorite cherry recipes?? Speak now.
Anyhoo folks. I am going to peer into the depths of this blogger thingy and see if I can't post some recipes while I am gone. Grow well, eat well, see you on the flip side.