Tonight I pitted three cherries.  Plus about 500.  So in total I think I pitted 487 because some of the cherries didn’t cooperate with the pitter and had to be thrown into the fiery inferno-like hell of my garbage can.  That’ll learn ’em.  I did this in an effort to help Jessica who was having a moment of Domestic Wonderment the other day and purchased more cherries than I have probably eaten in my lifetime.

The upside is that they’ll be turning into pies.  And pies are good.  And they’ll be turning into jams, which are also good.  And even more gooder is the fact that some of them will be turning (not pie cherries, but dark/black cherries) blackjack cherry ice cream!

Yum.