“He drained and sugared the frozen cherries, put them on the stove over medium heat until their juice warmed, thick syrup, sweet-tart and perfectly balanced. "That smells like Heaven." "Taste it." He fished a spoonful of soft, warm fruit from the saucepan and fed it to her. "Marry me." "We gotta seal these first.” BakingKitchen Romance Book:Aftertaste Source: Aftertaste
“He knew immediately what he should cook for Maura, the journey he would take her on. They could make them together--- varenyky. Thin-skinned dumplings bursting with lightly sugared sour cherries, their warm, dark juice flooding your mouth. Or the cheese kind--- soft, sweet kernels of curd luxuriating in a pool of liquid butter. The meat ones, his dad's take on pelmeni, beef and pork and black pepper and onion, boiled first and then pan-fried, brown and crispy, doused in a poultice of white vinegar and sinus-clearing Russian mustard and thick sour cream. Hell, he'd cook all three.” BakingUkrainianDumplingsFor Her Book:Aftertaste Source: Aftertaste