Instead, all I get to do here, is pay ridiculous sums of money to eat them out of plastic bags. Sigh. So not worth it and so tak feel, man. But... beggars can't be choosers. So I'll take them cherries any way they come. Even if that means eating them out of a plastic bag.
One cherry in a plastic bag.
Went downstairs yesterday afternoon to hunt for some food and spotted that lonely cherry on Posing Queen's table. (Her dad sells fruits so it's not surprising to find little bags of fruits on her table.) Over-excitement over that discovery ensued on my part which subsequently led to me walking back upstairs with the cherry in hand. MY cherry now. =p
My cherry looking red, rosy and shiny.
Mmmm... yummy! It wasn't quite as sweet as the ones The Husband and I ate in London but... hey, I'm not complaining. Semi-sweet cherries still waaay are better than no cherries as all. =) Thanks, Posing Queen!