Okay I have a couple of stories for you today. The first I had a craving for pear salad. I don't know why. So I was talking to my Yankee friend about pear salad. You know they do not have pear salad up north? It is a southern thing I have found out. Growing up you didn't have "dinner on the ground" at church without a couple plates of pear salad on the table. So I bought a small can of pear halves when I went to the store the other day. Small was correct. I have never seen such small pear halves.
Now to the real reason for my craving for pear salad. As a kid when we made pear salad at home and it was one of the first things as a small child I was allowed to help with. My mother always had me cut the cherries into fourths. Can you believe that! You would only get a tiny sliver of cherry. To me that was the best part. Well one Christmas at my grandmother's house I was helping with the pears. Well my sweet Aunt Wilma informed me to put a whole cherry on those pears no skimping at Grandma's house. Well you know that endeared her to me for life. I can't look at a jar of maraschino cherries without thinking of her. Well she passed away a couple of weeks ago after a very lengthy illness. So these pears are for her, small as they are they got a whole cherry.
If you have never tried pear salad give it a try and if you haven't had it in a while, pick up a can of pears. Just don't forget the cherries.