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Trouble with cherries / Problemy s tresnemi

cherry earrings Svěrák wrote a childrens’ song that talks about cherry earrings and my daughter and I like it very much. I have explained to her in  great detail what cherry earrings are and was impatiently waiting for the first summer months until cherries finally appear in the stores. Then Hahna could taste them for the first time in her life, but most importantly, she gets to wear the true cherry earrings.

Cherry earrings bring a whole bunch of memories for me. They are the true signature of a Czech summer. How else would you spend a perfect summer afternoon than by sitting high up in a cherry tree, crunching on those big and juicy cherries right off the tree? I don’t know how about you but we would usually end up eating way too many of them and then have an upset stomach.

Anyhow, when we purchased our first bag of this summer season, I was kind of disappointed. The cherries were not as crunchy as what I remember them to be from my childhood AND the distributor cut the pairs in half so there was NO WAY one could make cherry earrings out of them! By miracle, I managed to find ONE pair that was left intact and I victoriously presented it to Hahna. I then proceeded to put it on her little ear – it truly felt like a wedding ceremony – the moment felt so significant for both of us!

I also tried to teach her the art of eating cherries. To me it comes as  second nature (maybe like when Americans are eating sunflower seeds; they also de-seed them like they were some kind of a super-efficient processing machinery). I just put one in and a few seconds later spit out completely naked, shiny seed. I thought this eating process was encoded in everyone’s genes but I was wrong. My good American girlfriend proved me wrong. When I saw her eating her cherry the other day I found out something new. Since she was not very used to eating cherries, she just ate them like a little apple, taking little bites all around the seed until there was nothing left but the seed (not very shiny, mind you). And it seems that Hahna prefers this way much more than mommy’s ‘barbaric’ way of spitting out the seeds right after you put a handful of them in your mouth. I guess it is more efficient but not very lady-like ;0)

CZ: “Naausniceee z tresniii, tresnoveee naaausniceee…” zpiva Sverak v jedne ze svych hitovek venovanych detem. Nam se s Hanickou tato pisnicka moc libi a rady ji poslouchame hlavne za jizdy v aute. Jelikoz Hanicka jeste tresne nikdy nejedla (jsou ji skoro 3 roky), samozrejme ani netusila, co to tresnove nausnice vubec jsou. Jenom je hrozne chtela. Dopodrobna jsem ji vysvetlila, co jsou vubec zac a netrpelive jsem cekala na prvni letni mesice, az se nam tresne objevi v mistnim nakupnim stredisku. Tesila jsem se, az se Hanicka zakousne do prvni lahodne tresinky a hlavne az ji povesim na ouska prave tresnove nausnice…to bude fesanda!

Tresnove nausnice mi hrozne pripominaji me detstvi. Pro mne jsou ten pravy symbol ceskeho leta. Jak jinak byste stravili to nejperfekntejsi letni odpoledne, nez vysedavanim nekde vysoko ve stare tresni a trhanim obrovskych, stavnatych krupek primo ze stromu? My jsme se jich s kamaradama vzdycky hrozne prezrali a pak nas cely zbytek dne bolel zaludek.

Nedavno jsem v mistnim nakupnim stredisku nakoupila prvni balik dosti drahych tresni a byla jsem z nich docela zklamana. Nejen ze nebyly tresne krupave, ale se mily pan dodavatel se rozhodl vsechny tresnove pary roztrihnout napul, tudiz tvorba jakychokoliv tresnovych nausnic byla jaksi v cudu. Jakymsi zazrakem se mi podarilo jeden neporuseny par najit a hned jsem ho musela vitezne prezentovat Hanicce. Slavnostne jsem ji tyto velevzacne nausnice nasadila na jeji malinke ousko – obe jsme byly v jakemsi svatecnim tranzu. Ona, protoze poprve nosila prave tresnove nausnice (nebo spise jen jednu nausnici) a ja, protoze se mi timto podarilo prezentovat vzpominky a tradice meho detstvi.

Druha vec byla, jak naucit Hanicku one tresne vlastne papat. Odjakziva jsem si myslela, ze pozrivani tresni musi mit kazdy clovek automaticky zakodovane v genech (neco jako kdyz Americani louskaji v puse ty jejich podivna slunecnicova seminka). Ale chyba lavky! Tento fakt jsem si potvrdila u jedne z mych americkych kamaradek. Pozorovala jsem ji, jak ji tresne a jelikoz toto ovoce je pro ni take dosti nevsedni (vyrostla v Kalifornii, tresne se sem dovazeji z jinych statu, tudiz jsou vzdycky trosku drazsi), ji je s jakousi obezretnosti: okusuje totiz tresen jako kdyby to bylo malinke jablko, az do te doby, nez z tresne zbyde jen pecka. Ja, na druhou stranu, jsem zvykla dat si jich par do pusy, mechanicky je v puse zubami oholit a behem nekolika sekund vyplivnout naprosto ciste, blyskajici se pecky. Pravda je, ze Hanicka preferuje americky, tzv. obezretny styl pozrivani tresni. Asi je to tak lepe, on ten muj styl asi neni zrovna vzorny priklad slusneho stolovani ;0)

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17 comments… add one
  • Eva Z. June 14, 2010, 8:35 am

    Muj dedecek mel na zahrade obrovskou tresen, na kterou jsme jako decka lezli, uplne navrch, sedeli a jedli tresne, vynikajici krupave, tak jak rikas. To bylo super, uplne jsem si na to ted vzpomnela. A mas pravdu, opravdu se neda prestat, jsou navykove!!! 🙂

  • Marika June 14, 2010, 11:06 am

    That’s a really cute story Tanja.
    If you want some crunchy,yummy,and juicy cherries you should probably visit your local farmer’s market. You can also plant your own tree. That’s what we did and the reward is very sweet.

  • Tanja June 14, 2010, 11:10 am

    Evo – takze presne vis, o cem tu mluvim :)) Neni divu proc mame tolik ceskych pisnicek opevujicih toto lahodne ovocicko!

  • Tanja June 14, 2010, 11:11 am

    Mariko – I know I have to do some serious cherry search. The problem is that I don’t think they grow in Southern California and that’s why they are all imported and not so good?? That is my theory….

  • Eva Z. June 14, 2010, 12:28 pm

    Tanjo, ja myslim, ze rostou, urcite budou mit nejaky specificky druh, na vase klima.
    Mariko, vnukla jsi mi skvely napad, zkusim si koupit tresen v Texasu a uvidim, taky to horko a sucho asi neni uplne to nej. Uz mam uspechy s broskvi, ale ty jsou vic na teplo, to je znamo.

  • Eva Z. June 14, 2010, 12:30 pm

    Tanjo, nasla jsem “Cherry Farm” v jizni Kalifornii. Kdyz to dokazou oni, tak ty urcite take! Mrkni sem: http://www.upickcherries.com/

  • Tanja June 14, 2010, 3:24 pm

    Diky moc! Mrknu se na mape kde to je…vypadaji na obrazku naaaadherne

  • Lenka June 14, 2010, 8:47 pm

    JJ, sladky tresne zraly. 🙂 Ty tresne jsou chrupky. A nejlepsi jsou zrovna ted. My jsme byly s detma minuly rok v Cechach a moje sestileta dcera porad vysela na spicce a nemohli jsme ji dostat ze stromu. A letos zustavame tady a obe deti si stezuji ze chteji do stromu na tresne. Taky mame strom ale nemam srdce detem rict ze je to jen ozdobna tresen 🙂

  • Jana V June 15, 2010, 5:03 pm

    http://www.pickyourown.org/

    Tady je website kde muzes natrhat ovoce podle statu. Vim ze v Texasu je mozna natrhnout boruvky a ostružiny ale jeste jsem nevidela tresne.

  • Tanja June 15, 2010, 10:01 pm

    Dik Jano, taky jsem na tuhle webovku narazila. Tresnova farma je bohuzel na vychod od Los Angeles coz je pro me dosti daleko. Mozna az budou deti vetsi, tak si z toho udelame celodenni vylet 🙂

  • Marika June 16, 2010, 8:23 am

    Tanjo, zkus localni nursery, tam by ti mely poradit jaky druh tresne by mohl rust v South California.
    Evo, doporucila bych ti tu samou vec. U nas v North California, jsou velka horka v lete a hodne sucho. My mame tresen asi 7 let a letos to bylo podruhe, co jsme mely slusnou urodu. Ono to par let veme, nez se ten strom zabydli. Take okolo korenu davame led pres zimu.
    Farmer’s market take urcite bude neco mit. K nam jezdi farmar az z Fresno.

  • lenka June 16, 2010, 9:32 am

    Tanja, ceresnicky nemaju seeds, ale pits:)

  • Tanja June 16, 2010, 10:04 am

    Mariko, my bohuzel pronajimame, takze svoji ‘vlastni pudu’ nemame 🙁 A do kvetinace se mi tresen davat nechce 😉

  • Tanja June 16, 2010, 10:06 am

    Lenko, dik mas pravdu. Musim to opravit. Slovot “pits” mi vzdycky pripomina “the pits of hell” 🙂

  • Marika June 16, 2010, 1:50 pm

    Tak to mas Tanjo o to jednodussi, farmer’s market tam urcite budou mit dobre tresne.

  • Stephanie Rexroth July 2, 2010, 9:20 am

    Excellent post. The more I learn about the culture, the more I realize how much my grandparents habits were rooted in said culture. Grandpa loved nature (even though he worked his entire life in the coal mines of Southwestern Pennsylvania). He had a cherry tree at the top of his yard near the woods line (as well as apple trees, concord grape vines and all three types of raspberry bushes – red, black and golden, which I’ve discovered that the golden ones are very tough to find). We too would pick the fruit in season each summer and get sick from indulging far too much:) Grandma would make amazing jams out of the excess of grandpa’s hours of picking.

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