That title phrase is actually one of the Mary Englebreit piece that became my 'signature' because I transpose my speech when I am tired. Bowl of cherries. ME's artwork has cherries all over it. 1940's round face kids, I do kind of like it. Actually have a rug in my kitchen now that has cherries on it. So how is it that I had not yet tried them?
Well I fixed that today. The boss decided that Tuesday July 7 was going to be a pizza day, he was buying and we should plan for it. Okay. Fine. How do I try and be good on the health plan with that? I stopped at the store and picked up a bag of salad mix and two kinds of cherries to share. The pizza was late, being a driver I understand-it happens. So when I got in the lounge with the fruit and my salad, I told everyone, 'I've not had cherries before and may need instruction.' I was laughed at a bit and that is fine. Advice ranged from the stick it in your mouth and don't eat the pit to just like you would eat a sunflower seed in the shell except spit out the middle instead. One went so far as to say that I could save the pits in my mouth and spit them rapid fire at things or people. She obviously does not know my problem with aiming.
I wimped and ate my salad and pizza first. By then only two were left with me in the lounge. The first try was not so successful as I wanted to see what I was doing. The flavor was great, but I was told they should be firm. This one had a soft spot. Spat the whole thing out and tried again. I ended up eating four. Two each of rainier and the really dark ones. I think I like them, but do not want to bombard the body. Had heard that too many will definitely be felt.
Will try again as they are coming in to season soon at Greenbluff and will also try dried cherries in my granola recipe.
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