|“Cherry bike!” a friend called out. I could probably ride 200 miles in the time it will take me to pit 30 lbs of pie ** cherries.|
|Not everything is destined for the canning pot. Raspberry turnovers last week, cherry pies tomorrow, plus great quantities slurped straight up while standing outside or over the sink... the happy eating never ends!|
|A Tucsonan has no real need to bottle up Utah’s sunshine, but with the marked lack of fresh apricots in southern Arizona, it’s well worth it to let the rest of my life rumble on idle, while I preserve these beauties.|
*There are faster machines on the road, to be sure, but with an 80 hp to 355 lb (not including fuel, engine oil, or market produce) power to weight ratio, she “gits along jest fine.”
**They’re not just for pie! I forecast a succulent cut of pork, rich with drippings, balanced by the tingling bite of sour cherries. Whatever the details of this yet to be fully developed recipe, I’ll call it Pork Montmorency and serve it the next time the snow hits the mountains in Tucson. (Yes, we do see snow in Tucson.) No, no, I'll call it Hog Montmorency, even if I don't ride a Harley.
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