I have a thing about cherries. So how could I not absolutely love our friend Steve, who brought us these gorgeous babies from the Loire valley where he'd been staying. He picked them off the tree himself before hopping in the car to see us. It's the next best thing to having your own orchard. (Which I intend to do some day, I swear!)
I'm off now for a picnic in the park with fried chicken, tomato salad and cold vichyssoise soup, a football, a boy and a dad. And cherries.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY EVERYONE!