Never Done: I used my new cherry pitter
Many months ago a friend made a cherry clafouti and I was surprised at how intact the cherries were, because whenever I make things with cherries, the cherries end up destroyed. She told me she had used a cherry pitter. I didn't even know they existed! Not only do they exist, but there is an entire website devoted to reviewing them.
I wanted one. I wanted one bad. I wanted to pit cherries, and I really wanted to pit olives. I don't have a lot of kitchen gadgets, because I usually find I can do just fine with my fingers and a knife. For example, I don't have any tools to help with garlic, and I don't have any tools to core things, or to slice things (other than knives.) Knives, what's not to love? Well, mashed-up, chopped-up, shredded cherries and olives. That's what.
Josh heard me say I wanted one, and I think he took particular note because it's so rare for me to get a crush on a gadget. Many months went by, and then one day when I woke up, there was a cherry pitter and a note on the counter:
I gave my love a cherry which had no stone
I gave my love a chicken which had no bone
I gave my love a story which has no end
... and then it veered off into its own narrative -- a story that went like this:
and ended like this: