It’s hard to imagine a Christmas here, a summer, without cherries. They turn up early and, along with the Pageant, seem to anticipate the festivities. We always have them on Christmas day – I remember very early Christmases at my grandparent’s place (across the road from us). They had a cherry tree in the back yard, and my granny used to drape a pair over each ear, and of course we did too. I always think of her when I wear them now!
This year, I got a kilo in a fit of extravagance the first week they were at the market at the end of November, an early variety grown in the Riverland, and took them to Auburn when I went that day. I shared them out at lunch time with dad, Helen and Nev, and I don’t know if it was because we hadn’t had any for 11 months, but they were sensational! Dad (aged 92) said he thought they were the best cherries he’d ever eaten. That variety, Serena, has finished now, and I bought Vans this week, again from Louie at Eko Fruits in Renmark. They are delicious too.
As Christmas approaches, I put a word in for the growers and producers of the treats that we may have at this time of year. The cherries – not a robust fruit and thus vulnerable to disaster – and all the rest – whether it be traditional fare, or seafood, or something simpler, someone has to grow it, produce it, cook it, prepare it, and those folk are the often unsung treasures of the season (in fact of all the seasons).
So, have a Cherry Christmas and many thanks to Louie and all the other cherry growers for your work and the resulting delicious produce…