In my childhood home in North Carolina it was always the custom to bake a cherry pie on Washington’s birthday, a custom I continued when I moved to New England.
Last year I searched the local supermarkets but there were no water-packed, sour red cherries to be had. In desperation, I turned to Amazon and was able to secure several cans from a distributor in – I think – Pennsylvania.
This year, as the supermarket shelves continue to be more bare than ever, I wasn’t surprised not to find a single can of pie cherries. Once again, to the internet (of things!), and this time I was able to procure, for a whopping price, four cans of Oregon cherries that arrived yesterday, just in time for the annual pie baking.
Of course, there are other cherry delights, cream cheese cherry pie in a graham cracker crust is a favorite, but when it’s time to honor the Father of our Country, only the traditional pie will do. So, happy birthday, GW. You may not have cut down that cherry tree but old customs die hard. NEXT year I’ll start my quest for cherries in September.
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