I guess I should consider myself lucky because before I thought about grabbing my old pitter I was squeezing the cherry pits out by hand, and that was making a mess of the cherries.
It started this morning when Hubby and I were enjoying coffee at the table. He said "I'll help you pick cherries up at Bert's this morning if we go right now." After choking on my hot coffee I almost fell off my chair! Don't get me wrong, he does help, and help quite often, but he does the manly things around here. You know, fix the fences, run the chainsaw, chop the wood, fix the chicken coop roof, stand up to pee, etc. But as for putting a dish in the dishwasher, or picking up toys, or (insert any of my chores here), he's never been much help in those departments. Yes I married a dinosaur, and he's younger than I am :)
We got to Bert's about 7:30 and promptly attacked the pie cherry tree.
This is how loaded the tree is:
I have no idea how old it is but Bert has lived there for 60 years so anytime between 1947 and now :) I'm banking on at least 50 for the amount of cherries on it!! After two hours we had enough and headed for home, it's only a two minute drive from our house. Hubby packed the cherries into the house (see there's that manly thing again).
So that leaves me pitting cherries for most of the day... I'm slipping in a coffee break just so I can blog and read emails but right after this I'm making cherry pie filling and then I promised Bert I'd make him a pie. Gotta love the old guy, for 95 he sure is "with it" and in just the brief time I've sat and talked with him I really wish I would have met him years ago. From the stories I've heard he's led quite an interesting life... I plan on going back up there today and if he lets me I'll snap a few pictures...