Fruits of my Labor
This is the first
summer in three years that the birds haven’t eaten all the small tart cherries
on the tree in my backyard before the fruit was ripe enough to pick. For some
reason they decided to show mercy on me and left enough to make syrup. Though, I
now understand why people just buy pancake syrup in the grocery store. It was
quite the process to turn this colander of fruit into a quart of syrup. Despite
the effort, I got a lot of satisfaction knowing that the cherries came from my
yard, and for that, the pancakes only tasted better.
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