So friend and carpenter extraordinaire, B, is working in her shop on additional cabinets for our kitchen. She called this morning, checked what lumber supplies we had on hand and decided to stop and pick some things up when she came into town for gas and did a couple of other errands.
As an aside she asked me if I wanted some pie cherries from her tree. Oh. Gosh. Gee. Groan. Uh. Well . . . You must understand that I love cherries. Bake just about anything with sour cherries in it (especially pie) and I will fight everyone else off with a stick.
But here I am knee-deep in paint and polyurethane with at least six other household-y things that need to be done, including harvesting and processing my own raspberries and blueberries. Do I have time to pit and process cherries? Heck no.
Then B reminds me that these cherries don't have to be pitted. Huh? Oh, that's right! A week or so ago she was telling us about these wonderful cherries she has. If you pick with a little bit of care, the stem and pit stay on the tree and you get the pitted cherry in your pail.
That cinched it. Yes, yes, YES! I would love some of those cherries.
So the above is what she dropped off when she came to pick up lumber. What a prize! What a bounty! What a gift!
In case you're interested, the variety of her tree is Evan's Bali and it started bearing the second year after she planted it. (It's six years old now.) The cherries are small. Matter of fact, I think they look just like cranberries.
I assured B that we would ALL be having cherry pie made from these cherries. Now I just have to find time to fit in a little baking . . . like soon. I can hardly wait to taste these!