pick me! pick me!
You want pie? I'll give you pie. But first a few cherry picking pictures from last weekend.
As I mentioned, our neighbour the Countess is getting on in years and prefers to spend her summers at her finca in Spain rather than hang around with the rest of us peasants. And no, she has never invited us over for tea. She's pleasant enough, but mostly she just ignores us. Her husband, the Count (who was actually a lawyer) passed away a couple of years ago, but she still maintains the big house they lived in for several decades and has a beautiful garden with a couple of large cherry trees. So we and our other neighbours are allowed to pick as many cherries as we please and leave the rest for the birds.
Judging by their colour, I'm assuming that these must be Napoleon cherries, also called Royal Ann in other parts of the world.
They range from pale yellow with a light red blush to pure red and are quite sweet but don't have all that much flavour or aroma. However beggars can't be choosers and it's very nice of the Countess to let us and our other neighbour tramp around on her property while she's gone.
Mr M had to get out his longest ladder to reach the best fruit.
Now, these cherries are not even close to being good pie cherries, but you know me, I'll try anything once, so I made a pie, and the pie was good. Not great, and certainly not pretty (check out those wrinkles!), but good enough. I followed this recipe in a vague, improvisational sort of way, because that's the way I like to cook. I must say, though, that the directions for the lattice crust (I also used a different crust recipe) were so clear and simple that I'm wondering why I never tried to make one before.
3.14159 for everyone!