On Sunday, I made an unexpected trip to NJ to see my mom — my poor mom had (another) kidney stone. I didn't want to leave behind the pint of cherries I'd just picked up at the farmer's market. (Dan is one of two people I've ever met who won't go near a cherry.) And truth be told, you need a snack to ride NJ Transit and not get cranky. So into one of my Tiffin tins went the cherries. The bottom compartment became my pit bowl. That Tiffin box set is one of my favorite wedding gifts — use it all the time! Hope your weekend is as sweet as a bowl of cherries.








