When I lived in Portland, Oregon, I had a roommate who had an uncle who owned a cherry farm at The Dalles which is located along the Columbia River. We drove over one day and spent many hours up on ladders picking cherries. After we brought our bounty home we proceeded to pit them (we really had a LOT of cherries!) So, we recruited friends to help. One of her friends came by to pit cherries and drink wine. That was the first time that I met my future husband, Freddy. I make this recipe every year, nostalgic of that meeting...and, it is also a great recipe! (we were married almost 32 years)

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