When life gives me cherries, I make fluffy cherry sponge cake. Or, to be exact, when the good people from the farms who work hard, get up early and bring us fresh fruits and veggies to town, I try to make the best of it.
Saturday morning, I also got up early just to make sure I get to the town centre on time before all the fresh produce was gone. I was walking through the narrow streets and passing beautiful antique shops and small restaurants tucked in the corners of centuries-old streets. I could hear the clinking and the laughter coming from the tables where families and friends were having early breakfast together. Times like these make me realise how much I love this town and how happy I am that we moved in into the area.
While looking at the fresh goodies and filling up my basket, a nice talk formed. The farmers were sharing where their produce come from and how much efforts it all takes but by the way they were talking and the passion in their eyes I could tell how much they loved their way of living.
On the way home, after I spent more than an hour browsing the market and the local shops I was already regretting that I took more than I can actually carry. The sun peeked through and the smell of fresh cut grass filled the air. In my mind, I was visualising myself sitting next to the window, putting my feet up, reading my book and enjoying a large bowl of chilled fresh cherries that I just bought. But, as idyllic as it looked, another scene crossed my mind quickly. A better one. Me, in the kitchen, making a fluffy cherry sponge cake with a pinch of cloves and cinnamon and maybe sweet cream topping and more cherries and some mint leaves for freshness.
Suddenly I noticed how I was walking quicker despite the heavy bags. All I wanted was to get home, unload the goods and start making the cherry goodness.
I had the whole day for myself. Time for cooking and listening to great music.
And when the cake was ready I ate only one small piece, you know, just to try it, and then I couldn’t wait for Mr D to come home simply because I was sure that sharing it with him it would taste even better.