My grandmother had a sour cherry tree in the large garden behind her house. She was climbing the tree to pick cherries into her 80's (also climbing on the roof to sweep it off till one day the firemen came to get her off the roof, at which point she went to live with my parents.) She made cherry strudel, with her own dough. Most of her food was kind of taste free "I lived through the depression" food, but the cherry strudel was divine and I could not resist stealing pieces out of the freezer.
What a wonderful play of words! It was that descriptive that it made my mouth water💙
My grandmother had a sour cherry tree in the large garden behind her house. She was climbing the tree to pick cherries into her 80's (also climbing on the roof to sweep it off till one day the firemen came to get her off the roof, at which point she went to live with my parents.) She made cherry strudel, with her own dough. Most of her food was kind of taste free "I lived through the depression" food, but the cherry strudel was divine and I could not resist stealing pieces out of the freezer.
I love anything with lemons.
Sour cherries (& their trees) are the best