In Pittsburgh, there was this cherry tree in my yard, making cherries. The red ones, the sour ones, maybe the ones that become married to other cherries or whatever.
The sour level varied from pucker up to spit your teeth out. But for a few days the cherries were sweet sweet sweet. But most days I ate them sour and the best way was with vanilla ice cream.
And I ate cherries every day. For being a spindly old tree, she built so many cherries. Not being able to let them go to waste, I ate them every day. I ate cherries with ice cream on toast for two weeks. Everyone said I was going to die. Never have I felt better and was better than those two weeks.
Ice cream, Cherries, and Toast is my main food group.
After the cherries peaked they went killer sour. The robins and starlings came and got drunk on cherries. Every morning drunken robins bobbed on the stairs and sat stumbling around the yard.
The sour level varied from pucker up to spit your teeth out. But for a few days the cherries were sweet sweet sweet. But most days I ate them sour and the best way was with vanilla ice cream.
And I ate cherries every day. For being a spindly old tree, she built so many cherries. Not being able to let them go to waste, I ate them every day. I ate cherries with ice cream on toast for two weeks. Everyone said I was going to die. Never have I felt better and was better than those two weeks.
Ice cream, Cherries, and Toast is my main food group.
After the cherries peaked they went killer sour. The robins and starlings came and got drunk on cherries. Every morning drunken robins bobbed on the stairs and sat stumbling around the yard.
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