I forget how friendly people are in the country. City people, crammed in buildings and residences, want to increase the distance between themselves and their neighbors. Over here, it’s the opposite. There is so much distance between homes that they make up for it by genuine friendliness, without overdoing it.
The retired couple living down the road invited us over, and we spent the afternoon stocking up on the local town gossip while cherry picking. The husband parked his tractor right next to the tree and heaved us up so we could reach the higher branches. We filled our baskets with cherries; Lila ruined her favourite shirt with cherry stains, the dog ran around eating the fruit we dropped.
The aftermath of cherry picking: cherry pies, cherry cakes, cherry crumble, cookies with cherries, clafoutis. The bright red cherries are now purple, almost black, unbelievably sweet. Not very good for my diet. Such is my life in detox.
Currently listening to:
Revolver
Music for a while
4 comments
Hanim says:
Jun 14, 2011
Remind me when we went for cherries pickup the first year we arrived in France. Collected 3 big baskets full of it. Don’t worry about the stain, just enjoy your cherry and do eat some on behalf of me.
kala says:
Jun 14, 2011
I’ve done the eating part for you, Hanim! Actually, I was browsing your blog for cherry recipes, but finally made your almond-lemon cake recipe because I had a pack of almond powder sitting around. I’ll try to make your cherry tarte next.
Hanim says:
Jun 15, 2011
or you can make clafoutis..gosh, i’m drooling just to think of it. I’m goingto buy some later
Dennise Cinco-Müller says:
Jun 16, 2011
sounds glorious, what you’ve been up to!
Enjoy the summer, still sending warm thoughts (even with the heat, I know) all the way from here 