I am still eating these.
Bought them at the farmers market on Saturday. Dearest Sister turned me on to them some years back. How she discovered Raniers is here.
I cannot list the terrible, horrible, disastrous effect she has had on my life with her awful and addictive influences…Raniers, vintage fabric, Europe…wait, that was me on her….
Never mind.
Then I married Wonderful Guy. And off we go to do one of my favorite things, he finds out…the farmers market. And I spy the Raniers, and I get all excited to see they are in season.
And he says, ‘how much?’
To which I answer, ‘it doesn’t matter.’
Which he is thinking surely it does with those red ones on the table next to them for half the price…at which I am not even looking.
We got the Raniers. We get Raniers every time I see them, if they are halfway decent. Bought them once in Jackson Hole from a roadside stand, with even less time from the tree, when we were on our way to Yellowstone. Closer to Washington, you know.
He says nothing now. And he eats them, too.
Bought them at the farmers market on Saturday. Dearest Sister turned me on to them some years back. How she discovered Raniers is here.
I cannot list the terrible, horrible, disastrous effect she has had on my life with her awful and addictive influences…Raniers, vintage fabric, Europe…wait, that was me on her….
Never mind.
Then I married Wonderful Guy. And off we go to do one of my favorite things, he finds out…the farmers market. And I spy the Raniers, and I get all excited to see they are in season.
And he says, ‘how much?’
To which I answer, ‘it doesn’t matter.’
Which he is thinking surely it does with those red ones on the table next to them for half the price…at which I am not even looking.
We got the Raniers. We get Raniers every time I see them, if they are halfway decent. Bought them once in Jackson Hole from a roadside stand, with even less time from the tree, when we were on our way to Yellowstone. Closer to Washington, you know.
He says nothing now. And he eats them, too.
Welcome to the dark side....
3 comments:
Being a bad influence is so much fun!
I read Jan's post about the Raniers. I really thought those were cherries that had something wrong with them! You can't judge a book by it's cover, huh?! I'll have to try them next time I see them. The flowers in your previous post are SO beautiful. Wish I could come and hang out in your yard for a while!
I prefer to think of it as enlightening us, rather than being a negative influence. Who would have thought a car guy could influence a whole family's eating habits??? (Thanks, Thom)Love, WS
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