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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.
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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...
July 10, 2009 at 12:53 PM
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 :(
July 11, 2009 at 9:28 PM
Desisoccermom said…
Sounds great Simran. That's a neat way to make liqueur. Only if there was a way to FF the process?
July 14, 2009 at 3:12 AM
Min said…
Do you use whole cherries for this?
July 16, 2009 at 1:52 AM
Bombay Foodie said…
Min - yes, this uses whole cherries. The book claims that pits are necessary to give liqueur its flavor.
July 16, 2009 at 10:09 AM
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