Come to find out we have a cherry tree in our back yard. I never knew that cherry trees actually grew cherries. I did not really know how cherries grew to tell the truth. I did mention to lauren once, much earlier in the spring, that the tree might blossom some cherries. But she quickly shot down the idea. I am nothing if not a big dreamer. And she often plays the role of keeping me in check. But every once in a while I am right. And this was one of those times.
This is a story about berries. Berries are the thing out here in the spring and summer. The grow everywhere. The got berries you never heard of. And the berries that you have heard of are a dozen times better than you have ever tried. I can say, without exaggeration, that I have had the best berries I have ever had the pleasure of tasting out here. Oregon is berry country. We go to one or two farmers markets a week. There is a huge one downtown on Saturdays. And there is a smaller one just 5 blocks from our house on Sundays. This past Saturday we struck gold. We got 2 overflowing pints of the most delicious organic strawberries you ever tasted for just $3. We got 2 full pints of raspberries for the ridiculously low price of $5. I'm talking full pints. Not the little dinky half or quarter pints that grocery stores usually charge $5 a piece fore. And, finally we gut 10 fresh and delicious apricots for only $3. We had to stop ourselves from buying more.
We made chocolate raspberry pancake. We made raspberry muffins. We made chocolate raspberry muffins topped with sugar and crushed almond. We marinate fresh strawberries and oranges in a simple syrup flavored with fresh basil. And, of course, we gorged ourselves on delicious fresh berries.
But our prize of the week was the cherry pie.
And this is our story.
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