It might be difficult to pit, freeze and save a few cups of cherries at the height of Summer, when they are ripe, juicy and delicious; but if you do, then you can make this delicious Port Cherry Compote in March --you can also absolutely buy frozen cherries!
Ingredients (makes about a cup):
1 cup frozen cherries of your liking (i prefer juicy dark cherries)
1/4 cup good quality White Port
In a small saucepan, combine frozen cherries and White Port.
Bring to a slow boil over medium heat.
Then, reduce the heat to low, cover with a lid, and simmer, about 15 minutes, until the cherries have collapsed and their juice slightly thickened.
Serve Port Cherry Compote onto Greek Yoghurt, Ice Cream, Crêpes or Pancakes!
dark cherries • five. remington leith • sugar daddy fic.
Chapter four here.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’m terrible I know. But I hope you enjoy. xx.
After Remington’s hurried departure you drifted to the bar, feeling a mix of elation and confusion as the feeling of your mystery man’s lips lingered against your own.
You ordered a drink, taking a seat by the one the brothers were occupying just a short while ago. Sipping your concoction of liquor you felt a presence beside you, a man a few inches shorter than Remington seemed to have been captivated by you. He had black hair styled in an old-school updo and a light blue suit that was a stark contrast from the dark colors that decorated the ballroom. A blue mask sat against dark eyes and his full lips were set into a smirk.
“A beautiful lady like yourself shouldn’t have been left all alone especially by the likes of Remington.” The distaste was evident in his voice as he lingered by your side, gaze staying stoic despite his harsh words.
You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, momentarily looking this stranger over. He radiated confidence and a careless attitude, traits that made Remington endearing but on this man made him appear arrogant.
“And who are you?” You wasted no time in calling this man out.
He chuckled softly before replying,
“My name is Brendon. I used to work with Remington and tend to keep an eye out for him. He is honestly nothing but trouble and I wouldn’t be warning you if I didn’t have a good reason.”
Brendon’s eyes caught yours and you saw something reflecting in his golden brown gaze -- concern, jealousy, pity? You couldn’t tell.
You simply nodded, hating how caught up you were getting in this situation with him, hated the feelings you had for him despite not even knowing much about him.
You caught Brendon sizing you up, with an eye roll you got up from your place at the bar deciding to take his words into consideration.
“Thanks for the tip but I don’t need a knight. I can very well handle myself.”
You made sure your dress wasn’t tangled before making your way to the door, not daring to look back at the second rich mystery man to give you attention.
Once seated in your Uber, your phone chimed with a text message:
So sorry for the abrupt departure. Running a business isn’t easy. I’ll be honest I can’t get you off my mind. xRemington
Your heart leaped at the words on the screen but your brain reminded you of the words of caution spoken to you. You rolled your eyes at the memory once again making a mental note that you knew what you could handle.
The alcohol slipping through your veins gave you the courage to send out a risky reply.
How about I come over and ease your heartache? xxx
Resting your head against the cool glass of the window you let your eyes drift closed, expecting Remington to laugh it off before tucking his phone away to return to whatever late-night business matter beckoned his attention. Instead when your phone buzzed you were surprised to find his address signed with his signature.
Suddenly you were wide awake letting the driver know you’d be changing destinations as your fingers worked hurriedly to update the address in the app.
“Fucking Urie. I swear to God.”
Emerson mumbled, his once white crisp shirt now hung on his thin frame in a wrinkled mess, his eyes were bloodshot due to lack of sleep, one hand tangled in his messy brown curls and the other clutched his glass of whiskey in a death grip.
Sebastian’s cool gaze watched his brother pace back in forth from his spot against the cherry-wood desk that sat in their shared office.
“We had to know he’d be there,” Sebastian mumbled, gaze flicking from his youngest brother to watch Remington lean against the doorway to the balcony, thin fingers curled around a cigarette.
Remington exhaled the smoke in his lungs before turning to his brothers and the pile of scattered papers which sat in the sitting area.
The brothers had to rush home from the gala because they received intel that their former employee turned rival had attempted to break into one of their warehouses and then attempted to get into their residence. It turned out to be a lie so he could turn up at the gala instead and make his presence known among some of the business investors. By getting the three brothers to leave he had more room to work his magic.
The trio had a long and dark history that involved Brendon -- one that struck a cord in Remington every time his mind dared to drift back to memory lane.
Flicking his half-smoked cigarette into the night he turned to his brothers, eyes glinting mischievously in the dimly lit study.
“I have a plan to get back at Urie but in the meantime, my guest is arriving and I have plans that don’t include sulking with you two all night.”
Shooting his brothers a smirk he left the room and made his way down the winding staircase to greet you at the door, heart racing a little too quickly.
Your Uber approached the massive house which sat perched on a hill overlooking the gleaming city lights which twinkled below. This was definitely a house built for a king, you thought to yourself as you thanked the driver and exited the vehicle, shaky legs bringing you to the glass door.
Before you could knock, Remington appeared, catching your gaze before opening the door his signature smirk on his lips.
“I’m so glad you could make it, darling.” He greeted, eyes taking you in once more this time there was no mask hiding the trace of lust which swirled in his dark eyes.
“Thank you so much for inviting me.” You stated appreciatively as he took your hand in his and began to lead you inside.
The two of you walked past the large living room which was decorated with white couches, plush rugs, and a massive flat-screen TV which hung on the wall.
“Emerson and Sebastian are in the study dealing with the crisis that caused us to leave early,” Remington admitted as he tugged you outside onto a balcony which overlooked a huge swimming pool complete with a waterfall. As beautiful as the pool was, the lights of the city were what truly took your breath away.
Remington followed your gaze, a hint of a genuine smile ghosting over his lips.
“That view never ceases to amaze me. Whenever I’m having a bad day or going through something it reminds me that life is so much bigger than our little problems. I know so cheesy, right?” He admitted honestly, turning to face you -- eyes searching yours.
You shook your head, holding his gaze while trying to keep the feeling to reach out and kiss him at bay.
“I don’t think it’s cheesy at all” you murmured, flicking your gaze to the lights once more.
“It’s nice to have a reminder that the world is so much more than us.” You admitted.
While Remington’s attention was on the skyline below, you stealthily unzipped your massive gown, carefully setting it on a nearby chair before running and jumping into the pool, the cold water calming your nerves as you stayed under for a few seconds, after resurfacing you caught Remington looking at you from the edge of the pool a wide grin on his face.
Without missing a beat he pulled his shirt over his head then quickly shed his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers. You tried your hardest to keep your gaze on his but before you could get a good look, you were being splashed by water as Remington jumped into the pool after you.
Once he resurfaced, his once spiky dark hair now hung just above his eyes giving him a gorgeous new look.
“This was a good idea.” He chuckled, swimming closer to you.
“Although, I have to say I think it was just a ruse to get me to take my clothes off.” He stated, sending you a playful wink.
“Maybe it was.” You admitted honestly, attempting to swim away but strong arms stopped your movements.
Remington pulled you to him, holding you tightly against him in the coolness of the pool.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asked, fingers moving up to move your wet hair out of your face, thin fingers tangling gently in the locks.
Fresh Cherry Cobbler made with dark sweet cherries that get baked in their own juices and topped with a sweet, cinnamon biscuit dough. The dough is tender and turns a gorgeous golden brown during baking. This cobbler starts by cooking the cherries on the stove top until the juices have thickened. Then, it gets transferred to a baking pan and layered with the delight topping. After a few minutes in the oven, the cobbler is ready to be enjoyed warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
