6.09.2008

Caught

We literally can't have enough cherries in our household lately.

Obsessed with our newly acquired (and highly addictive) cherry pitter, we're eating them by the bowlful (which is seriously cutting into the girl's college fund -- cherries are expensive...)

Audrey is fiercely protective of the cherries; she fears that once we finish our current supply, we'll never get to buy cherries again. (Ok, maybe I said something to that effect, per my above college fund comment.)


Case in point -- a few days ago, she stormed into the kitchen after school, tore open the refrigerator door and whipped around with her fierce little eyes trained directly on me, roaring, "
I knew it, you ate all the cherries!!!"

Guilty.

13 comments:

mary said...

This is so funny. OK, THAT'S what I need: a cherry pitter!

karey m. said...

there's such an invention?! oh, i've been away too long...

and there's nothing quite like the disdain of a four-year old, is there? didn't you just feel like a pig?!

i loved this one so much.

Jane said...

You're in trouble now Joslyn!

Jessica said...

that is hilarious!!

I love cherries too and happy to have them in season right now.

Heather said...

so cute. i love cherry season.

Joanna Goddard said...

haha, hilarious -- cherries are SO YUMMY!

Julia said...

Too cute! I love it!

Mrs.French said...

We desperately need a pitter of our very own...trying to cut out the pit, withour squashing the cherry has been a large headache around here.

Joslyn said...

the cherry pitter changed our life ;-) this is the one we have
http://www.amazon.com/Oxo-Good-Grips-Cherry-Pitter/dp/B000NQ925K

karina said...

funny,very funny!!!

Kate said...

Oh, if you love cherries you should plan a vacation to Michigan! The National Cherry Festival happens in Traverse City every summer (this year I think it's July 5 - July 12). I have a lot of family in the Traverse City area and when I was a kid, my uncle used to go to the cherry farms after the harvest and ask if he could pick the left over cherries (there are usually plenty of leftovers because of the way they harvest the cherries)and every summer he would bring over huge gallon buckets of free cherries that everyone would eat until we couldn't possibily look at even one more cherry.

Ciara said...

That reminds me so much of this tiny poem by William Carlos Williams:

This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

Joslyn said...

ciara -- love. that. poem.
perfect.