My mom doesn’t like cherries. Well, that’s not completely true.  I’ll amend the statement: my mom doesn’t like maraschino cherries. The nearly-fluorescent syrupy sweet things that barely resemble anything that could have ever grown on a tree. When I was a kid, this was a pretty sweet deal.  Ice cream sundaes?  I got the cherry.  […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…