Summer means Cherries. Nothing in the world tastes better. I discover them new every year, having forgotten about these little bites of paradise in the intervening
eleven months. It's easy to forget about cherries, because they don't keep. Canned and frozen cherries are awful, whereas cranberries do perfectly well in a freezer.
But precisely because of this storage instability, cherries mark high summer like no other fruit. Peaches on roadside stands may provide a challenge to cherries' title, but cherries taste so good they make you happy.
When I was a kid, we had some friends with dozens of cherry trees, and we used to climb them on lazy summer days, reclining on shady branches, and eating cherries to our hearts' content. Every cherry I each today puts me back in those trees.
Happy July!
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