Life Is Just A Sea Of Cherries
There, my friends, you have 5 linear feet of cherries. A whole kitchen full of cherries. And that’s just what we saved from the birds this morning. After a torrential nighttime rain the morning brought an amazing swoop of little birds to the tree. I think they’re called mesanges here, a tiny tit of a bird, totally unafraid of rain and human scarecrows clapping their hands. We finally persuaded Beppo to get on the job and up the tree, but in the end, even he wasn’t enough of a deterrent for the hungry birds.
In truth there are enough to share, and we can’t get to the highest fruit in any case, but still, it’s the first time I’ve lived with a cherry tree and I want to take full advantage of it.
I’ve started a rumtopf of cherries,
and made my second batch of vin de feuilles de cerisier, a wine made with cherry leaves soaked in red wine and sugar that is actually quite delicious.
Today we even went so far as to buy a cherry pitter.
Between the two of us, plus the partially-reliable pitter, we got 3 kilos of pitted cherries into the pot to make jam. That won’t be done until tomorrow, and in the meantime half of the kitchen counter is still heaped with cherries. What to do next? More jam? Cherry syrup? I’ve been eating as many as possible and giving away fruit, but this is getting serious. Because even though it’s dark and raining again and the birds have gone to bed, I know there are still a lot more cherries on that tree. And with all this rain they’ll have to picked or else they’ll spoil.
It’s sink or swim time in cherrydom and I need a lifesaving recipe or two to keep my head above the fruity swells. Help, what would you do?At Home In France, Posts Containing Recipes