It’s almost funny: we spend years avoiding “the runs” (hello, stress, mystery street food), and then we hit a certain age where we’re desperate for a gentle nudge. Dried cherries are that friendly, non-judgmental friend who hands you a glass of water and says, “You’ll be okay.”
So go ahead. Buy the bag. Stash it in your desk drawer, your gym bag, your glove compartment (okay, maybe not the glove compartment—they get sticky). Your digestive tract is about to become your new best friend. And honestly? That’s a friendship worth investing in.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a handful of cherries and a very patient bathroom. You’re welcome.
