A cherry pie teaser + a fun childhood story!
IT would be unnatural for a blog titled the redolent cherry to not have a recipe featuring the much beloved cherries as one of the first entries. And so...
Last week I made a delicious cherry and blueberry pie, as inspired by Twin peaks (does anyone else have a slight dreamy obsession with diner food?). However, I won't be sharing the recipe today. I didn't find the crust to be good enough, and I will find another recipe and experiment with some more things before I share one with you guys. I do have to be absolutely certain about a recipe before I share it. However, I can tell you this, regardless of my snobbishness about the crust, the pie was delicious and it didn't last long around our kitchen.
I won't be sharing any recipes in this post, but I will be sharing a cherry-related story from my childhood, that proves my long-standing history with cherries.
In my (magically wonderful) garden at home in Transylvania, my grandfather planted a cherry tree not long before I was born, about 26 years ago. That tree, along with a walnut tree were the most tall, big and beautiful trees in our entire garden. When I was a kid, I loved eating cherries from the lower hanging branches that I could reach, I loved taking a bite of them as I was popping them into my mouth and tasting all the delicious cherry juices in my mouth. I loved their sweet, aromatic scent so much. However, I was afraid to actually climb the tree, as I often am about being adventurous with my body (hence the pool ladder incident). But, all the cherries from the low-hanging branches were already gone, so when my (a lot more adventurous) friend came by, she hippity-hopped into the tree as if it was nothing. She encouraged me to climb as well, and be more daring. I wanted to, so I started climbing. I got as far as the first branch, which was barely over a meter off the ground. However, I managed to climb it in a horse-riding position and I was too afraid to go up...or down. And so I sat there for a while until my father came home from work to pick me up and put me down! My friend had a blast though, she filled her tummy with cherries and started dropping some on my head from up there... fun!
So here's a picture of the garden. You can't see the cherry tree, which is to the right of the picture, but I promise I will take a picture of it the next time I go back home to visit and I'll share it! :) This was taken during the autumn harvest season, and it was beautiful.