Paul is another spring fever baby. He is turning 25 and has never before tasted a cherry.At his ripe old age, I figured what better time to break the spell and have him sample a ripe old cherry. They're out of season in most parts of the world, but the market had a crate of imports that I dug into.
We all watched while Paul maneuvered the pitted fruit clumsily as any cherry virgin would. He seemed impartial to the taste and after a few pieces conceded that they were, "alright."
I beg to differ.
