I'm truly not a fan of Summertime, but there are a few things that this season offers that fill me with immense joy. One of those things: cherries.
I absolutely adore cherries. Ever since I was a kid I have loved these dark little pitted delicacies. My grandmother used to love them as well, and when I was a child she always had cherry flavored candies and chocolate covered cherries stashed someplace special. She rarely shared these with anyone, partly because nobody else loved them as much as she did, and partly because they were her own small treasured indulgences. But she always shared them with me.
To this very day I can't see a bowl of cherries, or a box of cordials without thinking of my grandmother and being instantly transported to her large Spanish house in Los Angeles, blissfully indulging in a sugary sweet, creamy, cherry filled treat with her. I love it that we shared a love of cherries. It was like a secret language spoken only between the two of us.
Its been over a decade since my grandmother passed, but it's comforting to know that every Summer I can walk to the market and find a bag of cherries and be back in that dining room with her.