cold cherry soup with kirsch

My roommate bought another Williams-Sonoma cookbook. The soups one this time.
Now, you may recall my rant against them, and how their food isn't really made
to be made and eaten, but Cara just keeps buying them, but I digress. Anyway,
flipping though, we saw a recipe called "Cold cherry soup with kirsch". Now,
we have a bottle of kirsch and have been trying to figure out a way to use it
up, so this seemed like a godsend. Really! I mean, we like cherries, and the
other ingredients are fairly easy to find, so what the hell! The book claims
that this is a hungarian delicacy too.

So yesterday I get home, I start paying bills or something stupid like that and
Cara's attempting to remove the pits from cherries. Supposedly there's a
special tool for this, but we really didn't feel like running out to a
Williams-Sonoma store for it. Yum. Cherries with no pits. Not that it's hard
to eat them normally, but still.

So the recipe involves cherry pits, cherry flesh, sour cream, kirsch, lemons,
and riesling. Sounds disgusting, doesn't it? Umm, well, you know what? It
was. But I'm getting ahead of myself. So we cook it and puree it, and I
tasted it, and hoped that it would get better. It was a lovely shade of pink
puree. I could compare it to other things, but I think the less said about
that... Well, after stirring everything in, you're supposed to chill it for
three hours. At this point we still thought it had potential. I mean, it
wasn't horrible.

So we wait three hours and bring it on out. One bowl each, mmmmnnn. It looks
very similar to pepto bismol with something pureed into it. We each try a few
spoonfuls. It. Was. Horrible. Now, it was far from the worst thing I've
eaten, or even made, but it was pretty bad. I was giggling hysterically, it
was *that* bad. I couldn't control myself. Neither could Cara. I made her
snarf a cherry. It was pretty damn funny. And here we are, sitting on the
floor in the living room, laughing hysterically, with these bowls of alcoholic
pepto bismol looking stuff, that tastes primarily of kirsch and sour cream.
Ewwww...

At this point Marc reads the recipe and says, "Why did you even think this
would be good?" To which we had no answer. But we learned a valuable lesson.
See my sig file...

Andrea

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"If it's in the Williams-Sonoma cookbook, and it looks disgusting, it probably
is." --Cara