Red is the color of courage. And danger. And cherries. And strawberries. And thank the lord that they are here. After months of eating bitter white-centered faux-berries and frozen cherries, I keep a big bowl of both in the fridge and toss them back like candy. I don't care that cherries cost $10 a quart at the farmer's market. Or that strawberries cost $5 a pint. (Expensive produce is a cost of living in New York City—though I'm convinced that unlimited tri-star strawberries coming from Upstate should be included as a public amenity along with Central Park and the High Line.) If I'm willing to pay $15 for a glass of good wine, I can justify spending a few extra bucks on the fruit that farmers have worked so hard to produce and deliver.