Cherries

I love cherries. I am sure it is due to my upbringing in Michigan where the cherries tend to be a larger, deeper purple known as black cherries. It was a special event if my parents loaded up the car and we headed to the local grove as it was a sign of the true start to summer for us as kids.

Big Guy thinks they are a waste of time since he finds them too tart and a lot of trouble to eat. No spitting contests in our house! I did win a round last year when I make cherry jam. I adapted a recipe from Ina Garten to which the Big Guy ate crow and a lot of jam.

I plan to ponder another recipe with my beautiful cherries, but this bag is all mine for this time. I do not have to share everything with my Big Guy, right?!