Cherries didn’t freeze in Denver
We were in Denver over the past weekend, and our sons have a pie cherry tree in their back yard. The youngest asked me if I wanted to help him pick the cherries. Of course I did.
The tree was loaded, and because it’s in Denver, where there aren’t many fruit trees (and therefore, not as many pests like the cherry fruit fly), the cherries weren’t buggy or wormy.
We picked two large bowls of cherries and made a cherry cobbler. He wanted me to teach him how to bake a cherry pie, but he didn’t have a rolling pin, white flour or corn starch, so we had to go for cobbler. We also had plenty left over to freeze, which he said he’d either turn into cherry preserves or just eat plain.
If you’ve never eaten frozen pie cherries, you should try them. They’re tart, but somehow extremely delicious and not near as tart as when they’re fresh.
He was happy that I was there to help him pick cherries, and I was pretty tickled pink to be picking cherries with my son, who’s becoming quite the gardener. His squash is doing so much better than mine...
There were still quite a few green cherries left on the tree, which he said he would pick as they ripened.