I Ate The Cherries – Merry Christmas

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Christmas came early this year. As many of my blog followers know I have moved in with my parents for the summer months because I rented out my home so I could take off to Italy for six awe-inspiring, foodie induced months. Anyway, last week I blogged about how I learned to preserve cherries in Italy from Giovanni’s Grandmother (check out the blog on here “cherry bombs”) and I said I was going to save them for Christmas, well, I couldn’t wait and it was my mother’s fault,
“Good night, Mom.”
“Good night. –Ahh, John so those cherries aren’t going to be done until Christmas?”
“They’re done now, Mom.”
“But we have to wait for Christmas?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“Because it will be nice to eat spring cherries at Christmas.”
“But what’s wrong with eating them now?”
“It’s 11:00 at night.”
“Well, so what? Why the hell not?”
“Because I wanted to save them for Christmas.”
“Okay, if that’s what you had planned, I don’t want to ruin your plans. I just hope your father and I are here at Christmas because I would hate to miss out on eating those cherries they look so darn good. —Goodnight.”
“Why wouldn’t you be here at Christmas?”
“Well, we’re old, we’re not going to live forever, you know.”
“Mom do you want to eat the cherries now?”
“No its okay.”
“We can. I can make more.”
“No. It’s okay.”
“Let’s eat the cherries.”
“No really. It’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your big Christmas plans.”
“No, no, no, I’ve decided, let’s have the cherries now.”
“Well, if you really want to.” My mother then went to the stairs and shouted to my father, “Vin, we’re going to eat the cherries, get out of bed!”
“What about cherries?” My father hollered back down.
“The cherries Johnny made!” My mother said.
“I thought we were eating the cherries at Christmas?” My Dad asked.
“Christmas came early this year, come down!”

Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas! –Moments ago, my parents and I polished off a full mason jar full of cherries, and they were as good, sweet and delicious as they were in Italy. I am insisting that all my foodie friends try this natural (you can minus the added sugar) and healthy treat, and as Mom said,
“These cherries are better than any Christmas Candy that’s for darn sure!”

(These cherries would be great with Taleggio Cheese)

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About johncpicardi

Welcome to my blog. I am the author of the novel Oliver Pepper's Pickle and the published plays The Sweepers and Seven Rabbits on a Pole, both plays have been produced off Broadway and around the US. I am a graduate of Johnson & Wales University where I majored in Culinary arts. I have a BA from The University of Massachusetts and an MFA from Carnegie Mellon University. This blog is about food and food memories and every other fantastic and scrumptious thing to do with it. My appetite and passion for food is large and runs deep, sometimes its indulgent and wild and other times wholesome and simple, often humorous and always immeasurable. I grew up outside of Boston and spent many hours of my childhood in front of the TV watching Graham Kerr (The Galloping Gourmet) and Julia Child prepare all kinds of luscious meals that would make my mouth water. Other days I’d follow my mother and two grandmothers around their simple, tidy kitchens as they busily prepared hearty fragrant meals, hand-cut pastas, preserved fruits and vegetables, baked yeasty breads, spicy cookies and frosted lopsided cakes. I was there by their side asking questions and helping where needed and there were plenty of times I was ordered to leave if I was in their way. It was a given that by the time I graduated High School I would be going off to Johnson & Wales University to study Culinary Arts. Those years were fine and good. I loved the hands on creativeness of cooking whether it be the simple lesson of washing a sink full of colorful salad greens, trussing a chicken or peeling a gorgeous carrot or the complicated lessons of making a French Country Pate or Julia Child’s Cassoulet or making Brioche, it all thrilled me and my dream had arrived!
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