I was surprised to find cherries - from British Columbia - in my local supermarket. So, of course I had to buy a bag!
I spent my teenage years in the Okanogan Valley - and even worked in a packing house sorting cherries one memorable summer, when I was 17. It was my first "real" job! I worked night shift!
The cherries came rolling down the conveyor belt as we sat on both sides, rolling our hands over them, moving the largest and best onto yet another conveyor belt... where they would be packed into boxes and shipped off to grocery stores.
What happened to the rest?! I really don't remember. Were they canned?!
The one thing I remember is that they all looked like little red rubber balls - not like food at all - as they came rolling down the conveyor belt - and, although cherries were - and still are - one of my favorite fruit, I didn't eat a single one that cherry season.
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