For the love of fruit…

And that’s not just because it’s gay pride weekend. I’m just really enjoying eating a lot of fruit lately. It’s one of the joys of summer–the bounty of the market.

Yesterday I bought a big bag of cherries. If you’ve never eaten fresh cherries you’re missing out on one of the greatest pleasures of living. Round and plump and very red, they are bursting with a nice balance of sweetness with just the slightest hint of tart. They’re more addictive than peanuts. Run to the market now and get some! ($3.99/pound at Plantation in the Faubourg Ste. Catherine.)

Two hours ago I ate the best banana I’ve had in years. I bought it Monday morning and it’s been sitting in a bag on my desk ever since. Today it was perfect, completely unbruised, and freckled like the Scottish shopkeeper I fell in love with eight years ago in a peat-smoky crofter’s hut outside of Drumnadrochit on Loch Ness. As the old Chiquita jingle goes, When they’re flecked with brown and have a golden hue, bananas taste the best and are the best for youuu!

This afternoon I will eat a mango, which has also been sitting on my desk ripening since Monday. I’m looking forward to its slippery juices flowing down my chin and into my whiskers.

One of the wonders of fruit is that, unlike money, it does grow on trees!