Before I left for the farmer's market this morning, I was enviously reading Jen Maiser's account of snacking on cherries over Mother's Day weekend. Two weeks ago, when I last made it to the market, there wasn't a cherry in sight.
This morning? Cherries everywhere.
I bought from several stands, just to spread the wealth, and sang "She's My Cherry Pie" all the way home.
They're almost halfway gone already! I hope the Moroccan doesn't read this, or he'll be mighty disappointed when he comes home to find nothing but a bag full of pits.
Oh, and apricots are out, too. I'm a happy girl.
