When the cherry tree blooms, you'll think of me.
Being an early riser can be a blessing or a curse especially when visiting family. Nine times out of ten there are several hours to kill before you have any company and you are ready for lunch by the time your family is eating breakfast. What's more is that in most cases you have to be quiet so as not to awaken the rest of the house. That was the case the morning I decided to attack the cherry tree in my daughter's front yard. The night before I had noticed the plump cherries bending the branches of the tree and asked my son-in-law if they were edible.
"Sure" he replied. "With the baby, garden and work there is just no time for a cherry tree."
The cherry tree beckoned to me! I opened the garage door and took out the tallest ladder I could find and placed it under the cherry tree. With bowl in hand I climbed to the top of the ladder and started plucking the tart cherries from the tree. When I had collected all that I could reach I put the ladder back and headed to the kitchen. The first chore was to wash and pit the cherries. This done I surfed the Internet for a recipe using fresh tart cherries in a crisp. My son-in-law loves to cook and I found all the necessary ingredients for the crisp at my finger tips. I assembled the crisp tweaking the recipe with slivered almonds to add a nutty flavor to the topping. Just as I was ready to put the cherry crisp in the oven my daughter enters the kitchen.
"What's that?" she asks.
I explained that I had taken the ladder and picked the cherries from the tree and made a cherry crisp.
"Well aren't you miss Suzy homemaker!" she remarked.
In other words, she was shocked that this is how I chose to spend my leisure time. Pitting the cherries was a bit annoying but the end product was well worth the effort. Pretty soon the aroma of the cooking cherry crisp filled the house. I removed it from the oven when the top was crisp and lightly browned with rivers of cherry juice flowing throughout. I got out two small plates and spooned a taste of the crisp for my daughter and I. Delicious!
While the cherry crisp cooled, I cleaned the kitchen and my daughter and grand daughter got dressed. We ran some errands and arrived home in time for lunch with vanilla ice cream in hand. Dessert was amazing. That evening when my son-in-law arrived home from work my daughter asked him to go out and pick the remaining cherries from the edible gold mine in their front yard. I apologized for causing him extra work as I hurried out the door to make the two hour drive home. Just as I pulled into my driveway my cell phone rings and my son-in-law gushes that he needs the recipe. He had already gone out and picked every other reachable cherry off the tree. I shared my new learned pitting technique and e-mailed the recipe albeit the tweaks. I am sure next year the cherry tree will be a priority and when they eat the seasons first cherry crisp, they'll think of me.