It’s been a long, long, looong( you got it? ) time since I had sour cherry. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t find it. Until one day last week. I stopped at our neighbourhood’s grocery store (it’s a small one, family business like) for pasta and f&v and next to the sesame what do I see? This :
Price was more than OK and the taste, I cannot tell you what memories brought back. I got home and opened it right away, the part missing is the light syrup I had in one shot.
My roots, from my father’s side, are hungarian (“bozgoroaica” , as only the romanians can say and understand ). This miracle has the same roots and that makes me even happier.
I am still looking for my moms pie recipe, in order to materialize these amazing and rare fruits into the best thing that’s alchool free. 😉