I absolutely LOVE cherries. Artificial cherry flavour has a bad reputation, but it’s my absolute favourite fake flavour (lollipops, jello, popsicles). I love fresh cherries even more than fake ones and nothing says summer to me more than cherries. Growing up in Vancouver meant that summertimes were made for road-tripping it down to the Okanagan Valley to pick fruit at all the U-Pick orchards.
Sometimes my whole extended family would go on a camping trip together, but my favourite times were when it was just the four of us, me, my mom and dad, and Kevin. We’d pack a tent, bring some buckets and live the fruit picking life for a couple of weeks. No TV, no phones (smart phones didn’t exist back then!), just the stars, the barbecue and massive fruit orchards.
My dad would insist on driving around to all the orchards to find the best u-pick price. My mom would be more concerned about the quality of fruit and whether or not pesticides were used. Kevin and I would just be itching to get out of the van. Fruit picking is a lot of fun and a lot of hard work. Still, we were pretty quick about the whole thing – the ladder would come out, trees would be climbed, fruit would be picked. On our way home, our little van would be packed to the brim full of peaches, cherries and apricots. After the long and winding drive, we’d invite our family and friends over to help themselves to the free fruit stand we’d set up in our backyard. Those trips were always my favourite part of summer.
Sadly, I haven’t gone to pick cherries in a long time now. Happily though, my Whole Foods carries locally sourced BC cherries. I partnered up with them today to bring you this post and a giveaway! Whole Foods is giving away a $50 gift card to one lovely reader.
To enter: please leave a comment below with your favourite childhood summer food memory. Giveaway ends on July 22nd at 12AM PST. Open to US or Canadian residents only. Winner will be chosen by a random number generator. Good luck!
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Easy Pistachio Cherry Tart Recipe
makes 9 tarts
- 1/2 sheet store bought puff pastry, thawed
- 1/4 cup ricotta
- 2 tablespoons cream cheese
- 2 tablespoons honey, or to taste
- 14 cherries, halved and pitted
- 2 tablespoons chopped pistachios
Cut the puff pastry into 9 equal pieces and poke all over with fork so they don’t puff too much in the oven. Bake according to the package. While the puff is baking, whip together the ricotta, cream cheese and honey until fluffy and smooth. Adjust to taste. When the puff is ready, cool and if needed, flatten slightly so the cherries have a nice level plane to sit on. When cool, spread with ricotta mix, top with cherry halves and chopped pistachios. Enjoy!
Favorite summer food memory is the roasted corn my Nana would get at the Ohio State Fair… it was technically for my Nana, but we would all beg bites off of her until there were only a handful of kernels left. Eventually, we learned that we should all get our own cobs.
Homemade cherry ice cream poolside
my favorite childhood food memory is when we would make s’mores at a lakeside bonfire on our summer vacations at Devil’s Lake (Michigan)
Eating watermelon after barbecues in the backyard with my family and on a great night, a friend or 2 as well who was there for a sleepover.
My dad making a Singaporean shaved ice dessert for all of us. It would be so much fun helping him shave the ice with our old school hand-crank ice shaver and topping the fluffy shaved ice with red bean, cherries, pandan jelly and fresh fruits. It was awesome on a hot summer day!
Hearing the sound of the ice cream truck!
I would go to my grandparent’s cabin in Minnesota in the summer. My grandma’s fresh rhubarb pie brings back great memories.
Spam musubi!
Eating watermelon outside in the park!
I favorite summer food memory is….we use to live near a creek so, every evening when it is cool we would go down there to catch crawfish. We would get close to a 2 gallon bucketful…we would go home and boil them as an appetizer before diner.