We were fortunate to get a delivery of freshly picked cherries from Wandin yesterday evening. This has been an annual event for many years, even when we lived in the country. And in my childhood, as one of my uncles grew cherries commercially, at this time of year, a visit from him resulted in sheer enjoyment as we ate as many cherries as we could stuff in.
This might have created a sore belly, but the taste is wonderful and overrides any potential discomfort.
This guilty trait is also shared with R, in France, who once told me that she only bought 500 grams of cherries in the morning, not 1 kilogram.
When asked why, she replied that if she bought a kilo in the morning, she would eat the whole kilo in the morning.
I can relate to that...
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