I forgot to mention yesterday I did find something unexpected at Costco. Something I would be searching for if I was north of the border.
My one true vice. The reason I look forward to summer every year.
After my ham disappointment, I wandered into Costco's cold storage area. Hoping against hope I could find something to replace my lost trophy. In truth, I was probably reliving some experience of being turned down for a date by a cheer leader, so, I decided to ask for a date from the prettiest girl in the class.
And maybe that was it. Some form of high school redemption. Because right up front was a stack of California cherries. Not a stack. Stacks. Indiana Jones could have not felt a greater tingle in his fingertips.
I grabbed my prize and headed to the cashier.
In Oregon, I had a tradition of eating just a few of the cherries on my drive home. I am not a fanatic about washing fruit before I eat it. But dirt and various vermin parts tend to find their way into stored produce. So, I like to, at least, rinse them off before I pop them in my mouth.
But I love cherries enough that I have invented the Drive Home Rule. I can safely eat cherries, without washing them, if I eat them on the drive home. After all, I eat them fresh off of the tree -- when I can.
That is fine when I lived fifteen minutes from Costco. I now live four hours away.
The photograph at the top of this post is exactly how many cherries I had left in the container when I pulled into Melaque. Three pounds of cherries down the gullet.
And I do not begrudge myself the experience.
Probably because I bought a second container of dark cherries and a smaller one of Rainiers. They are going to be rationed a bit more than yesterday’s feast.
The cost? About $16 (US) for each of the dark cherry containers and $10 (US) for the Rainiers.
But worth every centavo.