I used a three-prong plan of attack for the cherries- picked over the choicest ones, filled a repurposed Maille mustard jar with them and topped up with Old Overholt. Simplicity itself.
One quart went into an empty Piece growler, on its way to becoming cherry bounce. Not sure how this is supposed to taste, but given the smells coming from the jar only two days in, the results will be heavenly. I can't wait till october... or so.
The rest were stemmed, pitted... half were put into a saucepan with some brandy, triple sec, lemon juice, and sugar, and simmered until the juices formed a syrup. Added the other reserved cherries to the reduced mixture, lined a tart shell with a half-butter, half-leaf lard crust, filled with frangipane cream per Julia, (made with crushed hyde park produce mart-sourced amaretti), topped with the cherry mixture and a lattice crust. Sprinkled with turbinado for sparkle and the sieved bits of biggish pieces of amaretti for crunch. Took to grant park for "High Noon" picnic. Devoured. No photographic evidence remains, unfortunately... I do have a half batch of frangipane cream left, so perhaps it bears a repeat, albeit with regular ole bings or some such non-sour cherry.
My boyfriend, when I was describing all this to him (and as he's lugging the heavy cooler back from the park), suggested an intervention.
He- "You know how when alcoholics' behavior starts to interfere with their social life, and they can't go out, and can't think about other things..."
Me- "But I still have that whole bottle of raspberry cordial I made last summer... oh wait... this isn't about the booze, is it?"
Me: "My name is Carla, and I'm a Food-aholic."
LTH: "Hi, Carla."