Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
The cherry trees around town are fruiting and Matt and I have been hitting them up for their delightful bounty.
I don't use my dehydrator as often as I probably should, but this bumper-crop of cherries seemed the perfect occasion. I wasn't even sure I liked dried cherries, but I figured they'd be keen in baked goods and granola if not plain. They are quite tart cherries, but I like that about them. Matt does not care for them alone....too sour. I am in hog-heaven because for me they are nature's sour candies....my favorite type of candy.
Man, oh man, are those dried cherries sublime! Two out of every three somehow ends up in my mouth and not the jelly jar I've been trying to fill with the dried fruit! The jar filling may be slow going (what with me eating them and all plus they fact that they took up A LOT more space before they were dried!), but I am certainly enjoying this task of preservation.
Tonight I will be picking for the third time this week....now that I know just how much I like dried cherries.