I was 25 years old before I ever tasted real cherries. Seriously. This is a true story.
Most of the blame for this can be placed upon my beloved older brother Dan who used to hold me down in a headlock and shove his dirty basketball socks into my face while chanting “It’s okay they taste like cherries.”
Because of that I always avoided cherries.
Well, okay not entirely because of that.
Actually that’s not the reason at all. (but it is a good childhood story, no?)
The REAL reason I avoided cherries for so many years was because I never knew that they really tasted like sweet syrupy little plums.
I have in fact tasted Maraschino cherries in various fruit cocktails and other recipes since I was little and found them utterly revolting. That fake almond sugar flavor and the fact that they are bleached and soaked in sulfur dioxide is horrifying.
Add the noxious taste of cherry flavored cough-syrup to the mix and you can see how my aversion to cherries took root.
Last Summer I took a trip to California, stopped at a cherry orchard, and bought a pound of fresh cherries.
Guess what!?
They DO NOT taste like cough syrup! They taste like fresh juicy amazing cherries!!
Since then, if I see cherries at the Farmer’s Market they come home with me and I adore them!
This photo is from such an occasion (yesterday!)
i was there! did you even tell me it was your first time? how sweet and special. something obvious about popping your fill in the blank.
Hahahaha! Yeah you totally popped my cherry cherry!
GORGEOUS! Also,
@abracadabrigail.