Oh my. If you've been following my instagram page, you might've seen my beautiful little batch of maraschino cherries. No, not those ungodly syrupy red storebought things that look like they were mistakenly thrown in the wash with Mickey Mouse's shorts. I mean some seriously tasty, boozy goodness that your supposed Italian grandmother Rosa would approve of. I have them sitting in the fridge right now, and it's proving incredibly difficult to exercise some form of restraint and not eat all of them before they've been given them a chance to grace another weekly drank.