... does a divot mean there is a worm in this cherry? ...
|a bucket and cherry and a question about the worm hole|
|... a cherry here and a cherry there ...|
Dave sprayed the ground around the trees in the spring so that the fruit would be perfect. And the fruit was.
I walked by the trees many times, eating cherries long before any of them were ripe.
|... surrounded by goodness ...|
I must have eaten something else that year, but I can’t remember anything but the cherries.
|... cherry earrings ...|
So I thought of that this year, practising again the spitting skill.
How far can a pit actually be spit?
|... will both of these twin cherries stay on my ears? ...|
The pulp of 3 plums, pureed and strained was to be added to the blended cherries.
Half blended and half still whole. I was taking down copious notes, as well as recording the programme.
Now I know it is much easier to go to the web and find someone else who has done this, and put the recipe on their blog – attributing it, of course, to the cooking show where they also were trapped by the beauty of that recipe.
I was torn between wanting to eat all of the cherries and making a cherry pie with some of them.
|... on the ladder and in some shade ...|
I don’t know what put me off about that. I had to think – do I really want a cherry pie at all.
Or is it the fact of picking them from a tree and putting them in a pie – the fact that no money changes hands.
Is that what interests me in the pie idea?
The cherries were picked.
We ate what we could.
We didn't pick enough to make a pie this year.