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Back in May, when our book club read Five Quarters of the Orange, the only recipe I wanted to create from the book was Framboise' sour cherry liqueur. I've never before tried a recipe given out by a fictional character in a novel, but this was an interesting idea and cherries were in season. Somehow, the liqueur never got made and I missed the may challenge.

Now that cherries are almost gone and I am trying to eat as many of the last batches as I can, I finally got around to making the cherry liqueur. I've read the recipe so many times I didn't even need to open the book this time. In a glass jar (with no metal lid, mind you! mine had a glass lid too), arrange cherries in a single layer. Sprinkle powdered sugar all over. Add a little vodka. Continue adding layers in this fashion until the jar is half full. Mine took 3 layers of cherries and sugar. Now add enough vodka to fill 3/4th of the jar.

Now wait. For a year, or two. In that time, the cherries will make the liqueur turn red and sweet. In the meantime, I have a new, pretty, permanent resident on my fridge shelf.

Comments

suvi said…
wow, you made this!!Great!Somehow, the way she has described that liqueur just stays with you, doesn't it? guess the toughest part is the wait. Some days back, i had bought cherries and toyed with the idea of making it, then I realised I didn't have it in me to just stare at the jar and wait for it to transform into liqueur...
Unknown said…
Ooh what a great idea! I wish I'd seen these sooner! I'm going to go looking for cherries everywhere possible, otherwise I'll have to add ANOTHER year :(
Desisoccermom said…
Sounds great Simran. That's a neat way to make liqueur. Only if there was a way to FF the process?
Min said…
Do you use whole cherries for this?
Bombay Foodie said…
Min - yes, this uses whole cherries. The book claims that pits are necessary to give liqueur its flavor.

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