I love an occasional slow, cool, sleepy weekend afternoon.
Because I get the chance to do up something like this...
And when it actually turns out right {like I vehemently hope this one did}, a kitchen triumph almost
~ not quite, but almost ~
makes up for the hundred and one kitchen disasters that preceded it.
side note: I foolishly persuaded El Husband to go with me to purchase straight-from-the-farm sour cherries this summer. The very same ones filling this pie.
The foolish bit?
The fresh fruit only came in 5-gallon buckets.
And we bought two.
{Insert sheepish grin}
Does anyone out there have any good sour cherry recipes? {Miranda? Natalie? Cheryl?....Anyone?}
