I bought cherries today and they are absolutely delicious. Amy loves them and now she's home all day that means double the dips into the bowl have taken place and there aren't nearly as many left as when I took the photo earlier.
I love all fruit as long as it's sweet. I can't tolerate anything that's even in the slightest bit tart - as Thomas would say "it gets my juicy glands". So for me it has to be sweetness all the way. It can be quite disappointing to pop a handful of blueberries or strawberries into my mouth only to discover they're too tart for me to eat.
Amy is the opposite - we really are poles apart in lots of things - she is not a lover of fruit that is overly sweet.
I'm also a lazy fruit eater, the less effort required to get my 5 a day quota inside me the better. Apples would definitely be bottom of my fruit list, although if that's all we have I'm happy to eat them.
I'm don't just like fresh fruit either. I can happily work my way through tins of the stuff and peaches are my favourite.
And as I finish this post, life, as they say, is definitely not a bowl of cherries at this precise moment in time at Number 38. The blasted washing machine has got something stuck in the filter again so we need to fix that :(