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One tablespoon butter…one tablespoon vanilla extract…six eggs…
My feet were on an upper rung of a wooden ladder, my arms in the upper branches of a cherry tree. The day was not so much warm as infernally hot. I wore a harness attached to a cherry picking bucket to leave both hands free. I’d climbed the ladder as high as I dared, but clusters of cherries still hung just beyond my reach.
Six tablespoons sugar…1 1/4 cups milk…two tablespoons kirsch…
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