life is a bowl of cherries (viata e o farfurie de cirese)!

Yesterday I tried my hand at fresh cherry pie. I mean fresh, even picked the cherries right from the trees. After work on Wednesday, Vera and I took a walk with Marie, a girl from the church organization. We went to visit a cherry farm, in the hills, on the way to visit Marie's garden. The family who owned the cherry farm (orchard?) gave us free reign and told us to pick what we wanted, as much as our hearts desired and bellies could hold! We climbed to the tops of the trees and got so dirty. We picked five kilos among the three of us and ate enough to be sweet 'til Thanksgiving. Of course, the next line of action was to make a cherry pie for my girlfriends on Saturday. I improvised a recipe (as I always do) from a few I saw on the internet. Here it is:

Filling:
Fresh cherries (enough to fill a pie pan), pit them
sprinkle some sugar, enough to cover but not saturate (they are sweet enough)
Half that amount of flour
Stir it and let it sit at room temp while you make the pie crust.

Pie crust:
1 egg
mix with about 2 cups of flour
3 TBLS water, 1 of vinegar
smoosh it all together until it is silky and malleable in your hands.
cut it in two and roll it out about as thick as a hardback book cover
press one piece into a pie pan (ungreased)
dump in the cherries
cut the second piece in strips and weave them over the top
bake at 350 for thirty minutes or so until the crust is golden and the juice is just bubbling over the crust. Serve hot with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and you're done. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner!