I have a freezer full of cherries. I couldn’t be more ecstatic. I love feasting on fresh cherries in their simplest form – eating them clean and spitting out their pits. Cherry season though — is long gone. Instead, I use my freezer supply to fill my fresh cherry void. I get creative. In fact, my mind works like an overactive pendulum, thinking of ways to reinvent the ubiquitous cherry.
Lately, it seems wherever I have been spending time, (Vancouver in particular) there is a sudden influx of Neapolitan-inspired pop-up pizzerias. They all have the same format, small spaces that happen to do their pizza wizardry from the back of a dimly lit pizza kitchen. While I love me some pizza (that is a whole different post), it’s really my fascination with Italian Soda at these pizzerias that prompted this post.