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I could have sworn that this was a pic from your Accidental Pie entry, but then I went back and saw that I was mistaken.

Oh, if only it were…

In the house where I grew up, we had a Montmorency cherry tree.  Simultaneously while paying an inordinate amount for small quantities of these at the Greenmarket (as I do nowadays), I remember what it’s like to harvest them and have as many as you want—to have to stretch your imagination to use them all before they spoil.  Oh the pies of June, oh the jam, oh the cold-pack cherries in syrup, and best of all, oh the cold cherry soup with sour cream…

Wanna see a silly party trick?  Hand over a couple them juicy red globes -with longish stems, please. 

For one of my recent birthdays I taught myself to tie the stems in a knot using only my tongue and I can think of nothing better than demonstrating for you while we’re waiting for the warmer weather to find us.

(contemplative silence)

damn them some nice cherries-and you know I don’t even like cherries, but now I wish I did

Now that I come to think of it, somewhere I’ve got a recipe for Sour Cherry Streusel Cake...gotta resurrect that one, too…

Mctongue-
You know I taught myself to do the same thing after I saw Sherilyn Finn do it on an episode of Twin Peaks. (I had a lot of free time in high school.) Anyway I tried to do it on my birthday this year and I found I was out of practice, so I think I may roll up on Bakerina so that I won’t be embarassed by my fumbling attempts this year.

Oh Jen, that was fruit porn. Cherries, no less.  Ahhhhh.

dammit.  now i’ve got warrant songs running thru my already empty head once again.

Is Lloyd feeling better? Did the doctor give him something good to set him on the wellness road?

I cannot tell a lie.  It is I who chopped down the cherry tree.  Please forgive moi for the faux pas. 

I must inquire dear, what do you intend to do with the cherries now that you have them?  (Please please please tell me a cherry pie is in the plans...)

Cherries are the apex of impulsiveness.

And the blushing continues apace—although whether it is due to your general kindness or the thought of sitting around with McB and bunni practicing the cherry-stem thing, I cannot say.  Props once again to the brilliant Julie, who identified these as the sour (a/k/a tart, a/k/a Montmorency, a/k/a pie) cherries that these are.  Sour cherry streusel cake, she said, wide-eyed and dreamily?  Is a recipe forthcoming?

Actually, Tvindy, you weren’t far off the mark.  These are the same cherries as the ones in the Accidental Pie post; it’s just a different picture, a close-up as opposed to the standard shot I used.

nmi, silly boy, these are cherries I bought last summer.  Yes, I like to torture myself in the dead of winter with pictures of food I can’t buy now.  Fortunately, last season found me with more cherries than I could use in a single weekend, so I ended up pitting them, sprinkling sugar on them, putting them in freezer bags and throwing them in the freezer.  I did try making a cherry pie with the frozen cherries, but due to a confluence of mistakes, the pie was not good eating at all.  The good news is that I know what I did wrong, and I have more cherries in the freezer.

Collena, if you need to chase that Warrant earworm out of your head, might I recommend Slade?  All together now:  “I like black and white/Dreaming in black and white/You like black and white/Run, run away./Seeeeeeeee chameleon/Lying there in the sun/All things to everyone/Run, run away.” (ducks, runs away)

To everyone who has asked about Lloyd:  thank you all for your good wishes.  Unfortunately, I don’t have good news yet.  Lloyd has postponed his doctor visit until Tuesday because he really wants to try and shake this thing on his own.  It’s not so bad during the day, but the nights are tough.  The cough is a little better, but he is also having problems with his ear, and those problems are not going away on their own.  This weekend I’m going to make him a hot onion poultice for his ear; it won’t cure infection but it will hopefully relieve the pressure and make him feel a little better.

Did you REALLY have to post lyrics to that Slade song? Wasn’t it bad enough that Collena got my thinking about how I actually saw Warrant singing ‘Cherry Pie’ *live* and all of the horrific memories that went along with that?!?!?!? And now I’ve outed myself as a former hair band fan...this day has just gone completely down the can.

really love your cherries
want to shake your tree

lookout child of the ‘80’s!* don’t make me start ‘every cowboy sings a sad sad song’.  i’ve got my own traumatic memories of cinderella opening for bon jovi.

(but your blog gave me the munchies.) so there.

Stop. that. right now. BOTH OF YOU!

Slade. Heh. Long time no hear.

Bakerina, I just wanted to tell you that I received my copy of The Taste of America and can’t put it down. Wow! Also, reading it inspired me to leaf through my facsimile of the 1828 Eliza Leslie cookbook, and now I’m planning to make her meringues with currant-jelly middles tomorrow evening.

Ah, inspiration.

Well, I’m digging around for that sour cherry streusel cake recipe—considering the state of this apartment, I’m sure I’ll find it by June. Unless you’ve got plans for some of your frozen babies, in which case I’ll speed up the process, and you can come get the recipe on the day when you come to visit my hood and eat at Sala Thai,go to Kitchen Arts and Letters, drop off my Latvian birthday cake and a recipe for perfectly delicious white sandwich bread, and pick up that extra Trianon cake since I’m baking two…

crap!  i have not forgotten about you.  or your lovely cards.  have come up for air.  let’s have that conversation again, shall we?  i’ll email you. 

because really, the entire world should be able to share cherries in the dead of a northern hemisphere winter, not just those of us lucky enough to subscribe to these very lovely pages.