I love my green collander almost as much as I love shiny red cherries, which is saying a lot. There is something about smooth, cool colored enamel that beckons to me. I care not that one day it will chip and rust and that it grows odd spots if you forget and put it into the dishwasher.  Its retro prettiness serves my style well and I always hasten to place freshly washed fruit into it’s inviting round bowl. Sometimes I open the refrigerator door just to peep at it, sitting on the bottom shelf surrounded by pickles and sour cream and all of the other unappetizing odds and ends that one is required to have for various cooking purposes. It alone stands out to tempt my snacking urge away from said pickles (or more often cheese) with promises of glowing skin and energetic frame from some antioxidant rich fruit. Together, my green collander and I, we will fight that horrid winter fat and reign victorious in my pink polka dotted bikini. And when that does not work, together we will invite the austere treadmill to our aid…