Cherries are a nice fruit. They're small, juicy, and they're fantastic in pies. I could eat them all day, were it not for one small problem. The problem that lies right in the centre of every cherry, the pit.
I could bite cleanly through every cherry, enjoy popping one juicy morsel after another into my face, but instead every time I eat a cherry I have to gingerly bite around the rock hard centre, leaving some precious residue behind as I fling the cherry's dead soul into the bin.
I know I could probably buy unpitted cherries, but they would most likely be expensive, and it's besides the point. The cherry pit is a cruel joke of nature, a cold hard lump in the middle of a nutritious, succulent treat. Fruit should be enjoyed, chewed rigorously, but instead we are forced to nibble. Cherry pits are the pits.
My rating: 0/5