It took me a month or so of agonizing and painful withdrawal, but I am finally over the sad and sorry fact that cherries have gone out of season. I recognize that there are worse things in life to be hooked on (Breaking Bad, anyone?), but I seriously had a four pound per week Hood River Cherry thing going there for a while this summer. Four pounds a week might be a conservative estimate, actually. I was pretty bummed by the onset of fall when the cherries disappeared for good until next July.
I was at school last Wednesday morning and ran into Patrick and Lisa Balistreri. We got to talking about all things groceries, and they were both raving about the Jazz apples that are on sale this week. “Blog about apples,” he said. “We’ve got TONS of Jazz apples this week, and they’re really good!”