Lachlan's grandma Marsha, who also happens to be the best mother-in-law EVER, got us a cherry pitter. Well, she got it for Lachlan because he just kept insisting that we needed to have one. Side note: It's technically called a cherry "stoner" and my husband laughed like a teenage boy when he read the box. I've never heard a cherry pit called a "stone". Anyway, Lach was so excited to come home and pit cherries, so I had to come up with a good use for pitted cherries. To tell grandma thank you for the brand new cherry pitter we made a cherry pie. It was both mine and Lachlan's first fruit pie ever. I looked up what seemed to be a reliable recipe (thank you, Betty Crocker) and we got to work.
Doesn't that look so good? With my absolute love of butter I could've just eaten that up with a spoon...and maybe I did.
There it is. The finished product. Lachlan was so proud of our pie and as soon as it cooled a bit we drove straight to grandma's house to deliver our thank you gift. Grandma seemed pleased too and made whipped cream to go on top.
Note to self: Next time try a different recipe because once the pie cooled all the sugar settled at the bottom. Maybe the Lion House cook book next time.
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