Cherries are my favourite fruits. Don’t know why…Maybe they remind me of those careless days in my childhood when we were scavenging cherries from the trees in the backyards of my home town Sofia and got chased away by angry neighbors. The sweet feeling of stopping in a safe place and filling our mouths with the fresh fruits. The amusement of spitting the kernels. The delight of using the juicy cherries as lipstick. The pleasure of making earrings out of them. The color, the texture, the crunchy noise when biting on them, the sour-sweet taste …waww everything about cherries is just wonderful! And now when living in the UK cherries became even more precious. They come just for a very short season and only could be grown in a few places. The best of them grew up with care and love somewhere in Kent. I resisted buying cherries from the supermarkets that have been traveling from far away, sitting for days in the fridge and wasting their flavor. Instead I’ve started my own ritual. I ordered them at least once in June directly from the Kentish farmers. It starts with that special moment when the parcel arrives and I take care of my precious.
And then … I can’t start munching but in a very mindful way. Looking at each cherry. Admiring the color. The way the light changes the different shades of red. Touching and feeling the cool, smooth ball. I like to hold them for a while touching my lips. And then bite them very, very slowly, feeling the juices and the taste. Each and every one of them is special. I can’t think of anything more inviting for a mindful eating than a bowl with cherries. And then for a week I have a little box to bring with me for a special cherry picnic. You asked me if I would share some with you… honestly not sure about that 🙂