Cherries Cherries Everywhere

I must confess (as I often do) that I have an addiction. It isn’t a serious one – yet – but if left to my own devices it could easily become a problem.

I crave something.

I dream about something.

I must have it EVERYDAY!

What is this addiction you ask?

Well, let me be frank with you (as I often am) it isn’t pretty. This addiction I have is ruling my mornings, taking over my evenings and might begin to sneak into my afternoons too.

I can’t keep it a secret anymore.

I’m addicted to…

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Yes. My shameful secret is now out in the open where I can begin to deal with it in an adult and logical manner.

These frozen cherries are taking over my life. They’re popping up in my oats like a “hobo on a ham sandwich” as Jason likes to say.

Cherries have taken over my sweet breads…

I can’t keep the cherries out of my green monsters.

Frozen cherry compote is like sweet crack made into hot lava!

And holy crap the cherries are taking over my coffee too!

If you need me I will be at the next available 12 step meeting for CEA (cherry eaters anonymous) and will be continuing my work there every week until I’ve kicked my habit … or the stores stop selling me frozen cherries.

Until then…let them (or just me it doesn’t really matter) eat cherries!

“If I could only have one food for the rest of my life? That’s easy: Pez. Cherry flavored Pez.” ~ Vern from Stand By Me