For those who have had fresh sour cherries all your life, you’re lucky! They don’t grown in the deep south and I had never had fresh picked from the tree cherries. I can’t stop thinking about them . . really! At 4 a.m. I woke up and kept thinking about the toast and cherry jam. I managed to stay in bed til 5 a.m. but then I had to have toast and jam.
Then I got online and ordered myself two cherry trees. The stoner we had used was borrowed from the owner of the cherry tree so Vince went searching at the antique stores/flea markets in town and found this.
The cherries are a bit chopped up when they come out but that’s fine. Saves me from having to chop them. If I wanted more whole cherries, I’d use one of the little pitter things that doesn’t destroy the shape of the cherry . . but takes forever.
Using this big stoner took probably an hour to do 25 pounds of cherries.
I found more goodies at the antique store but I have a BIG job that has to be done tonight so . . you’ll have to wait to see what else I found. Good stuff I tell ya!