Drunken Cherry Cobbler

I have an addiction. It is a very serious addiction--one that adversely affects my life. I run out and stock up once or twice a week so that I can feed my addiction at least once daily.

I have a very serious fruit addiction. Pears, pineapples, pomegranates--whatever, as long as it's crisp and sweet and juicy, I'm in.

Notable exceptions:
Bananas. Bananas are an abomination against nature--they feel like paste and taste like cheap perfume. I have in the past claimed to be violently allergic to bananas (like a friend of mine) just so I don't have to eat them.

Coconut. See above about perfume, also--who wants to eat something that rolls around your mouth like sawdust?

If I had my choice, every grocery would stock nothing but Cameo apples (they don't go mushy! and they're just tart enough!), pomegranates would be $.50 and in season year-round, and Starbucks would be a fruit-juice chain. I don't "do" caffeine. Caffeine and I do not get along well. Caffeine makes me jumpy and cold-sweaty at best and twitchy paranoid at worst. So instead of coffee, at Starbucks I get the Pomegranate Juice Blend, which in addition to being a lovely color guaranteed to stain all your clothing purple also tastes like fucking heaven.

I have a very special place in my heart for pomegranates. I'd never tasted the things until last year when I (literally) ran to the sorority house in the wake of a breakup, fighting tears all the way, and N sat me down on a folding chair and fed me pomegranate seeds while I sobbed incoherently until I felt better. After that, I was rarely without burgandy fingertips. It was a very good winter.

Title of this post comes from the time Current Roomie and I decided to go grocery shopping before we lived together and made chicken and bought a thing of cherries. Rather than eat them all myself in a giant binge (which happens frequently to things like cherries and blueberries and grapes) I decided to make cherry cobbler. While pitting the cherries, we realized that people sometimes brandy cherries and set them on fire and serve them with ice cream. This struck us as such a good idea that we opted to soak our cobbler cherries in amaretto. Then spike the batter with amaretto, as well as the topping. It turned out fabulous, and I've since gone on to use amaretto in lots of other baked things.