Newborns! (Falcon video.)
Meantime, the sour cherries on the bottom of my tree are about halfway to ripeness while the top of the tree has finally come into full bloom–and the result is, I’ve really been wanting sour cherry pie again.
There was one last bag of them in the freezer.
Today was the day. I was motivated. I found them. I covered four dinner plates with them to let them thaw fast.
For the record: pitting them from fresh is actually, probably, I think, easier.
But there is a 10″ pie in the oven from those hundreds and hundreds of small tart cherries and it smells divine.
And then, fingers dyed a bit pink, I realized what I’d done.
J’s white afghan, having needed the mill oils scoured out of its yarn so it can be its best, softest, half-cashmere self, is soapily soaking in the tub.
Daring those fingertips to come anywhere near it.