All crassness aside, it was an absolutely perfect morning for cherry picking-sunny, but not too hot, with a light refreshing breeze that acted as an air conditioner when we got a bit sweaty from our efforts. And, what did those efforts produce?
So. Many. Cherries!
In the hour and a half that we were there, I managed to pick fifteen pounds of cherries. Fifteen pounds! People, I am going to have cherries for days! Actually, I picked way more than fifteen pounds, but, fifteen pounds made it into the bucket that I paid for (good thing they don't weigh the pickers on the way out; I ate at least another fifteen pounds in the name of "taste testing" each tree).
In the end, I paid $26, which, I am embarrassed to admit, is close to what I paid for two small bags of cherries at the Hellmouth just last week. As I said, I was really looking forward to economizing my cherry habit. And, I was with people I absolutely adore! I can think of no better company with whom to pop my cherry (see? The twelve-year old boy in me just cannot resist the locker room humor).
After we wrapped up our morning in the orchard, Jana and I said goodbye to Granny and company and we headed out on a road trip all Thelma and Louise style (minus a young Brad Pitt and tragic suicidal ending). We drove to wine country, where we visited Queen B at her winery.
We had picked up a wine country brochure in a convenience store that we stopped at upon leaving the orchard; it included a fabulous tutorial on how to taste wine, so, naturally we made a quick video to help guide wine newbies through the process. We're super helpful like that.
I just love this friend of mine.
She certainly took what could have been a pretty crappy weekend (given that whole unfortunate incident on the highway) and turned it into a fabulous memory. Insert allll the heart emojis, here.