Sour cherries.

A stand at the farmer's market had some sour cherries the other day, so I scooped them up, since I haven't seen them for sale there before and they're something that they really never sell at stores.

The next day, then, I ran to the local hippie co-op to get some ethically-sourced sour cream, too, so I can make Hungarian sour cherry soup.

I also asked my dad if he remembered my grandfather ever making that.

"Yeah, I think so, a few times," he was like, but then he said what he especially remembers was how he'd use them to make something like a "hooch," where he'd soak them in vodka somehow and almost make something like a brandy.