I have been making a conscious effort to note the season ... when are the different berries ripening, what is blooming, what could I forage today. This path, my MooseBoots journey, includes many indigenous skills such as tanning, hunting, and foraging. I have been waiting patiently for the Black Cherries in the back yard to ripen.
Now, our Black Cherry tree does not produce delicious cherries that can be enjoyed right off of the tree. Ours are a bit bitter. So, this year, I thought I would try making Black Cherry jelly. Nobody in the house was much interested, but ....
I carefully harvested cherries. OK, I used the roof rake to knock them out of the tree into a sheet of plastic. I only sustained a minor scratch in the process. Still no interest ... who will help me harvest the Black Cherries?
I brought them into the house and washed them. Nope, no interest ... who will help we wash the cherries?
I painstakingly crushed them to extract the juice. Now ... no interest ... who will help we crush the cherries?
I poured the juice through cheesecloth to separate out the chunks and into the pan to boil. Anyone ... nope ...who will help we boil the cherries? I added some sugar and let it boil down, until it was just right and then poured it into a jelly jar.
I sat in the refrigerator for a few days setting up. Then, I put some of the thick jelly on a bagel. It looked so good ... my mouth watered. Who will help me eat this Black Cherry jelly? One bite .... YUCK! It is still bitter. Of course, my philosophy is, and has been, that when you make something or take its life, you must eat it. So, I finished the bagel.
I am pretty sure that there will not be anyone accompanying me on this particular leg of my MooseBoots path. Maybe I need to spend a bit more time in Nature's Garden and see what Sam has to say. I may just end up leaving the cherries for the birds, who seem to really enjoy them.