n the dead of scorching summer heat, I can find few things that bring greater pleasure than a bowl brimming with chilled cherries. Their adorable, heart-shaped bodies gleam at me fwith assorted rosy pink shades and dark, striking hues. Their taut skin gives way to firm flesh filled with perfectly balanced tart, sweet juices. I have many favorite cherry-filled memories, but the most potent one brings me back to a summer night spent at the beach in late July. The sweltering day was filled with enough activity to last a week. All we needed was a relaxing evening as the sun began to set. The gilded light swept over us as if depositing all its last efforts for us to savor the rest of the beautiful day. That night after dinner, we made a fire, and as the salty breeze rippled around us, we shared
