after that last cherry-flavoured entry, i stumbled into the warehouse of wonder that is fratelli fresh, and emerged quite some time later with a sourdough loaf, a bunch of radishes, four little blocks of hazelnut chocolate that must have been made by little magic people, a jar of cherry jam, and a jar of cherries in syrup. “someone likes cherries,” opined the checkout girl. but, i mean, what a jar.
so far the jar has remained unmolested, but i have a feeling that if i were to rub it a little, a genie might pop out and grant me a lifetime of cherries and/or cherry-related treats. at the very least, he would expand on the label pasted on the lid, helpful with its instructions to “serve with ice cream, gateaux, whipped cream, desserts.”