Cherries...
So I got home from Connecticut today, and I was relaxing and minding my own business when my father bursts into the house and asks me if we have any mason jars. We don't, of course, so I ask why, and he shows me a bag of cherries. Now, some of you already know where this is going, but for the rest of you I'll elaborate. See, my family has a fine tradition of waiting for the perfect cherries to appear in the local produce aisle of the super-market or road side stand. And when we find really really really good cherries, we buy them, and then pickle them in alcohol. Many of my friends remember these juicy nuggets of inebriation to be. They have quite the kick to them. So dad and I went out, got some mason jars, a couple bottles of Everclear, and we've put away two jars already. Tomorrow we're going back to the store for more cherries and we hope to put away another couple jars of cherries, and then, if we can find enough good ones, we're going to make a batch using bourbon. This excites me greatly. Perhaps as the summer goes on I'll expand my pickling attempts and see if I ca'nt get good at this.