Very Cherry
Monday, January 12th, 2009A couple years ago, I made a resolution to try any food that was offered to me. When I made the resolution, I knew there was a chance I would be trying some interesting things. There was a possibility that I would try things that I never would have tried before and that I might actually like them…which happened. There was also the possibility that I would try things and rediscover the fact that I don’t like them…which also happened (I’ll never like pickled herring).

What I was not prepared for, however, was to try something as simple as cherry pie and discover that I actually do like it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have always loved cherries. In the summer when they’re ripe, there is nothing better than a juicy bing cherry. But somewhere along the way I had turned up my nose to cherry pie and decided that I didn’t like it. And because I had made that decision, there was no convincing me otherwise.
Enter my friend Kate. In the past year, I have watched Kate become a mother, tackling the very challenging job of taking care of a little one all day. And in the midst of those early days of motherhood, I watched her discover a passion for pies. She is the type of person who follows her inspiration and does the very thing she sets out to do in every case (even with a one month old at home). In this case, it was to master the art of pie making. She makes her own crust and tries all sorts of new recipes…it’s really too bad we don’t live in the same city to reap the benefits of a pie-making friend.

This summer, however, I was the recipient of such a reward. We were vacationing together at a house on the beach and she treated me to the fruits of her labor…a sweet cherry pie. I was very much looking forward to trying it because of my resolution, but also because I knew that she had put many loving hours into pitting the cherries by hand, rolling out the pastry and baking the pie. What I was afraid of, however, was that I wouldn’t be able to open my mind to the possibility of liking cherry pie. Happily, I absolutely loved it. In particular, the crumble crust with coconut was outstanding! (Perhaps Kate would share the recipe?)

Because of this new discovery, when my sister brought home tart cherries over Christmas that had been frozen since their harvest in the summer, I jumped at the chance to get my hands on a bag. Packed into a cooler in the trunk of our car, these cherries traveled over 400 miles home with us after the holidays and made it safely into my freezer. Unfortunately, our freezer had a minor blip the next day. While most of our refrigerated and frozen goods went directly out onto our patio (sometimes it is helpful to live in the tundra where the outdoors can literally be your freezer), I didn’t want to risk it with the cherries so I let them thaw.

The next day I went for it and decided to bake a cherry cobbler. Tart cherries with a toasted walnut crumble topping….wow! Pure heaven. When the last bite made it past my lips, I sent a message to my sister to put in my order for her father-in-law’s harvest next year. I needed more of those perfect cherries. The response I got sent me into a day long funk. They had cut down the tree and those were the last of the cherries. As sad as that made me, I was glad that I had treated them right…baking them into a perfect cherry cobbler.
Cherry Cobbler
Adapted from Alice Waters: The Art of Simple Food
3 cups tart cherries
1 T. sugar
1 1/2 T. flour
Mix all together in an 8×8 in. greased baking dish and let set for 10 min.
1/3 c. toasted walnuts, coarsely chopped
3/4 c. flour
3 T. brown sugar
1 T. granulated sugar
1/8 t. salt
1/8 t. ground cinnamon
Mix well and then add 6 T. butter (cut into small pieces). Work the butter into the flour mixture with your fingers until the mixture comes together and has a crumbly texture.
Spread topping mixture over the cherries and bake in a 375 degree oven for 40 minutes or until the topping is golden brown and the fruit is bubbling.














































