Scene:
A girl, donned in a pretty apron, is all alone in a house on a sunshiny summer day. The smell of deliciously ripe Rainier cherries fill the air after having pitted them.
She gently tosses the cherries with sugar, cornstarch, lemon juice
{ahhh... fresh lemons- makes her as happy as the cherries do}
salt and almond extract.
Plop, plop, plop
the cherries sound as they tumble into the baking dish.
She puts the ingredients away, taking one extra long sniff of the almond extract before tucking it away too.
As she dances around the kitchen in her bare feet to the tinkling chimes of Lenka's voice on the radio, she pulls flour, rolled oats, brown sugar, salt and butter out of the cupboards.
After mixing it all up, she stirs in some sliced almonds for good measure, pours it all over the top of the cherries and pops it into the oven.
Forty-five minutes can't speed by fast enough.
She is grateful for summer cherries.
6 comments:
Sweet description :) Do you keep a gratitude journal?
Sandy xox
UHHMM Alisa, that sounds so wonderful, I LOVE sherry pie- what a great time you had making this, and I`m sure also eating it, :-)
Yum! I sniff the almond extract, too...
MMMMMM. Is there any left?
beautiful artful living at its best! happy weekend my friend, xo
Now if we would have some more guidance on how much of what (especially for the pulled ingredients - and what are rolled oats?) - us here in Europe could have a go at it too! It sounds delicious, and I can almost smell it... The picture of the cherries is gorgeous.
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