Never Enough Cherries
I couldn’t stand it.
Before leaving town on Saturday, I raced downtown to Union Square and bought a flat of cherries to join the first two quarts I bought on Friday. Six quarts remained behind in Harlem. Four quarts drove with Mike, Whiskey, two pounds of butter, a bottle of whiskey and a rolling pin up to The Barn.
Baked after mushrooming and a visit to the lake, and preceded by a crazy dinner foraged from the forest and fridge, this first pie of the year was eaten still warm by Amy, Ben, Kate, Joan, Sophie, and Mike.