My day starts like it usually does. I reach blindly into my fridge, wiping and reach for an ice cold can of fruit. Whether that be a fruit mix, pineapple chunks, peach chunks, apple chunks, chunk this or chunk that. It’s tasty. It’s a decent breakfast, or at least better than what I’ve taken to eaten in the past which is nothing.
This day however I made a mistake. No chunky this, or chunky that, but crushed pineapple. Crushed? Are you kidding me? /sigh. I only say it’s the hotdog of the fruit world because crushed pineapple looks like every remaining disgusting part of the pineapple that didn’t make it into the whole/chunky containers.
/ugh.
Ok, so I need to get going, get a decent meal for today. I’m going to go coat shopping.
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Carrie February 10, 2008
Crushed pineapple? Seriously? Oops…
I love pineapples – but not the kind that you eat with a spoon and that’s all stringy and gross. Unless you’re making a morning margarita.
Cheers!