When I was growing up, for about five years my family lived in a house with a tart cherry tree in the back yard. I have vivid memories of picking cherries every summer with my parents. We kids would get the lower ones, occasionally standing on a kiddie step-ladder my parents had. My dad and sometimes my older brother would climb higher into the tree to get the fruit from the top. We'd harvest as many cherries as we possibly could from that tree. And boy, they were TART.
My mom would make some pies immediately, and then freeze leftover cherries for a later date. Every Fourth of July, we'd have cherry pie. MMMMM, cherry pie. I mean, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
So when the orchard near us announced *ONE DAY* of U-Pick tart cherries last month, I seized on it, and J and I kept R out of day care for the morning and the four of us traipsed over there and picked enough cherries to make two pies. We made one pie immediately and froze the other cherries to use in making a pie for our Fourth of July picnic today.
Posts
