Dear Cherries,
When I was small I could not stand you. You were a bit too sour and your pits a bit too time consuming. I liked your artificial counter parts- cherry ice cream, cherry chapstick, cherry jolly rancher candies- but the real deal? no way! I kept my palate busy with your contemporaries, peaches, plums and even elderberries. Until, one fateful day in July, when you were baked in a pretty pie and I couldn't resist a small taste. It was love on second try. How could I have lived so many years without you in my summer repertoire? You are so pretty in small white bowls, on cool summer mornings in the sunlight.
Your friend,
Joana
