It's time for a summertime look, and red cherries make me think of summers in Ohio. At the old homestead, there was a cherry tree over the garage, and we kids, I have dozens of first cousins, would climb onto the garage roof, and pick cherries for Mom and the aunts to make pies. Yum, Yum.
One of the uncles across the street had several Queen Ann cherry trees, and he'd call all the nieces and nephews to pick them, these would get brandied. Yum, too.
Now in Fla, it's impossible to get cherries, other than black bing, which I LOVE. But they don't make the pies we grew up on.
Do you have a special summer food memory?
Happy Memorial Day