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[which_chick]

I picked sour montmorency pie cherries today. I pitted them. I froze them. I do not like cherry pie. *sigh* All ya'll have seen Ichi the Killer, right? You know the part where the sick (but surprisingly attractive) blond fuck hangs the other guy from the hooks? That part there? Some days I feel like I'm hanging from family-installed hooks. For reasons that exceed the scope of this post, one of the hooks involves montmorency pie cherries. Stupid fucking pie cherries. There isn't a huge crop and they're not all ripe yet, so I'll need to hit the trees again in a day or so in order to get enough fucking cherries to make a pie. *grumble* Don't even LIKE stupid cherry pie...

In other news, there is a hugely prolific mulberry tree in back of 321. It's on our property and it's truck-accessible. The thing about mulberry trees is that when the fruit is ripe, it falls off the mulberry tree pretty easily. The fruit is now ripe. I'm thinking if I back the pickup truck underneath the branches and spread a sheet I don't love very much in the bed of the pickup and then, er, beat the branches with a stick, I should be able to "pick" an assload of mulberries without having to actually pick them. This is my game plan. It may be a sucky game plan, but it is mine and I'm going to give it a go here directly. I'll keep you posted on how that goes.

I do not yet know what I intend to do with said assload of mulberries, but I'm sure I'll think of something. It's a lot easier to experiment with fruit when the fruit is pretty much free. I don't feel that I'm wasting money if I experiment with mulberries (jelly, jam, syrup, pie, tart, whatever) and it all goes wahoonie-shaped. Should that happen, I'll go "Dude. No biggie. They were free." Probably there will be an amusing write-up of the wahoonie, too.

For those who don't regularly check the flock, go look. There's one today.

Comments

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

mmmmm mulberries!

Well, *WE* like cherry pie...

When we come up we can bake? or crepes?

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

Dude, of course there will be baking and definitely also crepes because I like 'em better than actual real breakfast foods like plain eggs.

One of the high points of having company is that I get to cook for 'em. I don't get a fresh captive audience to cook for very often. (In my dreams, I am the host of a cooking show, like Emeril or The Two Fat Ladies or similar.) I feed stuff to my family pretty regularly, but they're all like As usual, nice pie. Can I have the last piece? Thanks. Now, how 'bout them Steelers! They are sort of used to the fact that what I feed them is reasonably high on the edible scale and so it doesn't impress them very much. I'd have to do something really outstanding to get them to praise effusively... but a fresh meat audience does the whole "Wow, this is really good" thing with what is (honestly) the same-old, same-old. It's a lot of ego reward for not much extra work.

Of course, by telling you this, I've ruined it.

Also, if you're interested, we can grill stuff on the grill. Very manly, grilling. The employee has a recipe for apple-wood smoked chicken that is amazingly amazing. Seriously amazing. Depending on the side dishes you choose, it's probably more goodness than mere mortals should be allowed to have at a meal... and I'd not mind giving that a try.

Mulberries

[ardvaark99999.livejournal.com]

The mulberries will turn you purple from head to toe. You know this, but I suspect that your "beat the tree with a stick" idea may not have included forethought about the purpleness of mulberries and how easily they stain things. I predict that if the plan is carried out as described, you will look like a trailer park wife.