Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries! by Naomi Schroter
This year, the scarlet coloured Surinam cherries have been in abundance along our highways and by-ways. There is nothing quite like the sweet, intoxicating scent of over-ripe fruit in the warm, humid air. My family and I have taken every opportunity to carry a bag with us on our walks to collect this free gift from heaven.
Ever since I returned to Bermuda in 1991, I have delighted in collecting cherries and making jam with my daughter Sara. Our first effort when she was nine years old, didn’t quite gel and ended up being more of a deep amber coloured syrup rather than a jam. We entered it into our local Agriculture and Fisheries Exhibition as syrup to be poured over ice cream, and won a blue ribbon. Sara was thrilled.
Years have passed and she now has her own little daughter, Lily who gets so excited about going to pick the “berries”. The last time, we were out, we didn’t get enough to make even five bottles full. So, we decided to make a cherry crumble instead. We laboriously de-stoned the cherries and stewed them with sugar, cloves, nutmeg and cinnamon. Of course Lily had to help stirring in the butter, sugar and flour for the topping. After baking it, we served it hot with whipped cream. The aroma was wonderful, the taste – delicious!
These are some of the sweetest moments to share with our children and grand-children that they will cherish when we are gone. I still remember fondly the apple pie my Dad used to make when my sisters and I were children in the 1950’s.
As Doris Day sang:
“People are queer, they’re always crowing, scrambling and rushing about Why don’t they stop someday, address themselves this way? Why are we here? Where are we going? It’s time that we found out We’re not here to stay; we’re on a short holiday
Life is just a bowl of cherries Don’t take it serious, it’s too mysterious You work, you save, you worry so , But you can’t take your dough when you go, go, go
So keep repeating it’s the berries The strongest oak must fall The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned. So how can you lose what you’ve never owned? Life is just a bowl of cherries So live and laugh at it all.”
SONGWRITERS BROWN, LEW / HENDERSON, RA
By Naomi Schroter