Cherries are probably one of my favorite things about summer. I know there's a lot of things I could say that about, things like ice cream, peaches, barbecues, lobster rolls, and the list could go on and on. Cherries, however, will always, always, always be at the top of the list. They're one of those fruits that I will only eat fresh, and summer is the only time to get them. Whenever I see a good deal on cherries at the supermarket, I tend to stock up because I know they just won't last. They're the kind of fruit that I will empty the entire four pound bag into a bowl, and just eat by myself. I'll pick at them while I watch television; whenever I walk by my kitchen I'll take a moment to eat a few; I pack them in my bag to bring to work. For me, it's never truly a great summer until I've eaten my weight in cherries.
I've never really liked cooking with cherries because I always feel so bad about doing it. I'll explain. First of all, cherries are one of the more expensive fruits that you can buy, even in the summer when they're readily available, so things like cherry pie can get pricey rather quick. Second, and probably more important, cherries are just so good eaten fresh, right off the stem. I feel terrible eating them in any other way, because I feel like I'm not enjoying them in their best state! Regardless, every summer I gather all my strength and convince myself to make at least one thing with cherries, because after all, things with cherries in them are still pretty darn tasty. I mean, I don't think I'll ever turn down a slice of cherry pie or a scoop of warm cherry clafoutis...so this weekend, I did the unthinkable. I bought two giant bags of cherries, and made not one, but TWO delicious things with them.