I went all foodie on the family with my homemade cream cheese cherry turnovers. (Recipe here). The family devoured my little beauties and I felt ready to take on the world, or at least the contestants over at Foodie Fights, but the looming box of cherries? 7 pounds to go.
Declutter Cobbler, cherry style. 5 pounds.
Cherry Chocolate Pancakes. (Ohhhh, yeah!) 4 pounds.
Cherry coffee cake. 2 pounds.
A full scale assault for lunch. 0 pounds. Free at last!
Our local farmers' market was this morning. I packed my canvas bags and my shopping cart and headed out. It was a warm July day, sun streaking through the marshmallow clouds. I picked up corn, some early girl tomatoes. The pea guy was back. Blackberries peeked out of their green cardboard baskets. Watermelons lolled in the back of a pick up truck.
I double checked my cart's contents. Local cheese. A baguette poked through the zucchini. Blueberries and nectarines lounged on top. Hm, I guess I've got it all. Scanning the blue and white umbrellas of the market, I breathed and headed toward the car.
Or at least I intended to head toward the car. Somewhere, though I veered off course. I found myself in front of a trim red umbrella. A bright yellow sign. Cherries for sale. The older farmer smiled at me and held up a sample. My hand reached toward the cherries. The bings red as jewels. The rainiers sultry and golden. So beautiful. Tasting of summer and swimming pools. Cheaper by the box . . .
Help!! Stop me before I pit again!