Bromeliad adventures

We went to Whole Foods to get a few grocery items. In particular, we needed fresh coffee, and they had coffee which was so freshly roasted that it was still warm.

They also had a small stand with free samples of pineapple. I like pineapple, so I tried some. It was delicious–quite the sweetest, most delightful bit of pineapple I’d tasted in a long time. I looked at the sign. For under $5, an entire pineapple could be mine. After thinking about it for a moment, I grabbed one.

I’ve never owned a pineapple before, but these days they come with instruction manuals. There’s also a web site with information about the Costa Rican agricultural program that handled exporting my pineapple on behalf of the farmer who grew it.

Of course, pineapples are not universally loved . I cannot persuade my skeptical spouse that they belong on pizza. So instead, I’ve been eating entire slices of pineapple as if it was watermelon.

Wikipedia says that some people believe pineapple aids digestion. I don’t know about that, but it turns out to be an excellent thing to eat in unusually large quantities assuming you want to pass a lot of gas.