I love this time of year…cherry time. However, why is it that the two weeks a year that tart pie cherries are available had to be….now? I’m trying to pack a house, people! And, sneak some sleep past the newborn! Alas, we had to buy a million cherries to pit and freeze today, or we would have been without cherry cobbler/pie/syrup/ice cream all year. And we can’t have that. Here, in all its sticky goodness, is the project we found ourselves elbow deep in today:
This was only half the cherries — we got six flats to split between three people. One of the three, my sister, was conveniently out of the country at cherry time. Many guilt trips to be delivered upon her return, as she enjoys freshly pitted (read: slaved over) cherries from her freezer.
Tom, who picked the cherries up, enjoyed many a mouthful of these before he even delivered them to our house. Though they’re better smothered with cobbler batter and baked for an hour, a handful right out of the crate isn’t bad.
Bagged up and ready to freeze. We had a cobbler in the oven before the first box was even done!
Very “Witches of Eastwick,” no? I couldn’t resist.
Nor could I resist using lyrics from…
UB40, Cherry Oh Baby