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I have become mildly infamous with the writing group for my holiday candy. I'd been contemplating things involving cherries for a while, and since today is Midsummer, and I tend to do the chocolates around Midwinter, I figured today was the best day to start attempting to home-preserve a whole pantload of cherries for doing things with later on.

chorus_of_chaos suggested putting some booze in as a preservative; I may well do that, and rely on commercial cherries for the non-alcoholic version. I already have a whole jar of boozed-up maraschino cherries, but these won't have that nasty sulfur taste that makes my tongue grow fur.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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