Saturday, July 18, 2009

That them there's alot of cherries....

Have you noticed how I talk alot different now that I have gout? Or maybe have gout? Because we won't officially know until Monday. I feel like I should be sitting on the porch wit my ol' foot propped up and yellin' at dem dare kids a runnin' in my yard. I don't know why....but gout makes me think of a mean old lady.

Well, this mean old lady sent my precious hairy legged boy to the store yesterday to get me some cherries....because they are supposed to be a natural way of getting rid of gout. I actually specified some cherry pie filling. Because I was going to scoop some out in a bowl, zap it in the microwave for 30 seconds and then put a little Bluebell Homemade Vanilla ice cream on top. Sort of like cherry cobbler without the dough. I'm suffering here people, so while I'm sure it's supposed to be fresh cherries, I was going for the kind loaded in sugar.

I even asked the sweet boy if he knew where the cherry pie filling was in Kroger....and yes, he did. Good, so get that and get some fresh cherries, too. I have never ever bought fresh cherries. Ever. And I'm not really a big fan of maraschino cherries because of the time I took in one too many Tom Collins garnished with cherries and saw them all come back up into the big porcelain bowl later that night. TMI?

So this is what that cute kid brought home from Kroger....

Not cherry pie filling. But the biggest jar of maraschino cherries. And about 4 pounds of fresh cherries. Does anybody have a good recipe for cherry cobbler using 4 pounds of fresh cherries?


  1. If it makes you feel better yell away! I hope you don';t have gout and if you do I hope that it is not so hard on you...

  2. Hope you don't have gout too. I don't want to depress you, but if you do, there is no cure for it. It comes and goes in what they call 'flares'. Some people get one and don't have another for a long long time.

    Glad you can still laugh over your pain. :-(

  3. How much did Will have to pay for those fresh cherries? Bless his heart, he can read Harry Potter, but he can't read the label on a jar of cherries to see that it is not what his mama sent him to get! Gotta love him!