McGriddles, cherries, and donuts
I think I’m not alone in mentioning how much I can anticipate a certain favorite food. I can almost smell it and taste it beforehand. If something happens and I don’t get it, nothing else can really make up for it.
I remember once, for example, anticipating getting a McGriddle breakfast sandwich at McDonald’s. I arrived just minutes after they stopped serving their breakfast menu and couldn’t get one. Would I like a burger and fries? I think not. My taste buds were primed for a McGriddle. A burger would have been worse than nothing.
Yesterday I went to the supermarket. High on my list was a big bag of beautiful, dark bing cherries. I’d been buying them weekly for some time. Absolutely delicious. A guilt-free, no-prep snack for any time of day or night. They let me feel positively virtuous as I indulged my snacking habit. I could even play Warhammer and munch on them at the same time; no greasy, salty fingers on my keyboard!
So, practically salivating for cherries, I headed to the store. (You know where this is going, right?)
Yep, the cherries are gone. The season is over, apparently. The store had no more and does not anticipate getting any more this year. Unlike melons or strawberries, cherries, the cashier told me, are not widely grown and not available year round.
So it’s come to this. A little old lady’s day ruined because the cherry season is over. Of course, I had to console myself some way, and the bakery counter came up right after the produce section. Mmmm. Half a dozen guilt-inducing sugared raised donuts. Melt-in-your-mouth fresh.
I’m still disappointed about the cherries, but I’ll soldier on until they return next summer. Mmm, I can almost taste them now …