That is how I don’t have to do all the harvest work at once, but rather it’ll be one hour every morning picking and pitting and weighing and freezing. One morning per future sour cherry pie for two weeks; after that, I told Constance on Monday, I get tired of it and call friends to come pick the rest. She laughed.
Part of it though is that I want them to see that if it’s their favorite pie, too (and it usually is), if they have room to plant a bush they can grow their own pretty quickly.
So. I’d pulled the last bag out of the freezer to celebrate her. A ceramic pan for the crispiest crust.
Loaves and fishes, way in the back of the freezer where I’d checked three times I just found another bag.
You know that has got to be gone by the first of June to make room for the new. Such a problem. Not.