Last week I was casually walking through the Union Square Greenmarket when I saw a giant pile of sour cherries. I didn’t waste a minute filling a bag full of them—in fact, I got two bags of them because I’ve been waiting for these puppies for way too long.
It must’ve been two years ago when I was reading through one of my favorite blogs, Lottie + Doof and Tim was professing his love for sour cherries. I immediately wanted to run out and get some, but by the time I finally got around to doing it, it was too late because the sour cherry season is painfully short. And then the same thing happened last year. Two years later, I’ve got two pounds of sour cherries and I’m ready. So I tweeted Tim, asking for his recommendation—sour cherry coffee cake or sour cherry pie? His vote was for pie, so even though I’d never made a fruit pie, I figured there was no better time to try my hand.
I got to work making the crust, pitting the cherries (damn those pits!) and I even made fancy lattice work on top. I’m not going to lie, I was a little nervous. But really, there wasn’t much to be nervous about. I kept a pretty good eye on it, making sure that the crust didn’t burn by making a foil crown for the edges. In no time the sweet smell of cherry pie was drifting through my house and I was pumped. There’s no way something that smelled that good could not taste good. Read the rest of this entry »