The Cherry Picker
My cousin Chrissy and I were staying with my Grandparents back in oh say, like 1984? We loved staying there. They had the best inground pool, a sprawling Ranch on a corner lot with the biggest shaded lawn ever.
We went Cherry picking. We ate more than we picked. We ate and ate and ate the cherries, they were so delicious, we couldn't help ourselves.
That night, we both got s i c k. I mean, rush- to -the- bathroom, i -need -the -toilet- AND -a -bucket -to throw- up -in -sick. and they only had the hall bathroom. We weren't allowed to use their master bath. My Grandmother was so displeased. I can't say I blame her.
I can say that was the last time I ever went Cherry Picking. But when I think of Cherries, this is the story that comes to mind. And I do still eat cherries. In fact, I've been researching recipes this week for a good Cherry Crumble. If you have any good cherry recipes let me know!