Today I answered the door my hands stained in red and my apron the same, the UPS guy just says “making jam?”  I said “no, just cake”....in which he replied, “well, it is cherry season”. I told Crazy Cocker Spaniel to take note that the next time we feel the need to murder someone in cold blood, let's do it during cherry season. That way the UPS man will be none the wiser. Oh sure the body might come up as an issue, but I would cross that bridge when it came. ;) It's that time of year in Washington state. Rainier cherry time. Purist would scoff at me for even putting them into something (they like to eat them raw, as is). I think that they aren't purist, just lazy. Too lazy to sit around and pit all the cherries needed to go into pies, cakes, or whatever concoction you are making. And though it is well established that I am lazy (I did stay in my pj's all day and did the laundry today without separating). Yet, I stood there for quite some time … [Read more...]