above shot: "cherry darling" from planet terror
(for those who didn't know or thought maybe i got a personal assistant)
but i made a discovery today at the farmer's market that i really prefer sour cherries over sweet cherries.
honestly, i didn't find the sweet cherries to be sweet at all. fucking letdown.
but the sour cherries were practically currants. delicate, succulent, tarty little bitches that have this jelly-like glow like they were conjured by some disney witch to put me to 100 years of nappy time. and they were delicious.
but i also got in on some apricots.
kind of difficult to judge apricots seeing as i used to live in california and grew up with a tree in my yard that made awesome fruit (and attracted a lot of tree frogs i used to catch and playfully, innocently torture, sometimes to their accidental death -
oops!). stone fruits are shit unless they can sweetly manage to dribble down your chin.
and of course blueberries.
these were okay. most of the blueberries were tart and i couldn't understand why everyone was going nuts over them. okay, so they are organically grown, no pestiicides. but they tasted like i had just brushed my teeth when i hadn't just brushed my teeth. then i found this old man grower off in the far area of the lot and he was like the magical wizard of michigan fruit. i let him know he won the award for best flavors. he oddly winked at me and said, "it's all in the dirt", which i guess was some kind of modesty perhaps, lest i should have complimented his dirt, i don't know. michigan people are weirdos.
