We were able to get cherries last week - picked red ripe, sweet, straight from the orchard. As soon as they arrived at our house, we were ready, with the steam canner set up on the deck, and shiny clear jars, ready to fill. Mom and I worked together, preparing pretty red fruit for the rest of the year when ripe cherries aren't available.
It's a skill she learned when she was a girl, growing up in her grandparent's peach orchard. She passed that gift on to me, and I'm passing it on to my daughter now.
My husband calls me a squirrel, and in some ways there are similarities. I do like to be ready for winter, but the big difference is: I know where I put my stash.
And it is real a pleasure to see the ruby red fruit of my labor, lined up in a row in the new kitchen cupboards my father stained and installed for me last winter.
Delicious! And I've discovered that cherries are exactly $2.45 a pound less expensive where you live than where I live. Doesn't seem right, does it! Especially since there is a cherry orchard just around the corner!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if my last comment went through or not --- I hope so. Cherries look delish!
ReplyDeleteOh, yum! They look so beautiful!
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