In a rare bout of domesticity today, I bottled cherries. Whenever I do something homemakingish I want a gold star and lots of praise, hence the same day blog post. Jamey is on-call tonight and so there is no one to admire my work with me. But they are beautiful. 23 pints. I've never had bottled cherries but Jamey likes them and since his birthday is Monday I thought they'd be a nice gesture. I toyed with the idea of wrapping a few of them up so he'd have something more to open on his birthday, but they're too pretty to put away. Only one of my bottles has yet to pop - I LOVE THE SOUND OF THE LIDS POPPING - so I say not bad for my 2nd time ever canning, 1st time ever without my Grandma Griggs. My mother-in-law gave me a few pointers too which was nice, since she's the only person I know to ever bottle cherries.