September 01, 2004 :: 10:54 a.m.
life is like a bowl of pineapple... presently in my tummy
You know what I love? Fruit. In specific I love the bowl of cantaloupe, watermelon, and fresh pineapple that I'm eating right now. I swear to god if someone said that if I could only eat either fresh pineapple or chocolate for the rest of my life, and I'd have to give up the other one forever... oh yeah, gimme the pineapple. Sorry, chocolate. You get kicked to the curb. I just lurrrve the pineapple too much. It's addiction that I happily revel in. I'm finishing off the one I got last week right now, so the one I picked up at the Market yesterday will be hitting the chopping block sometime today or tomorrow. They're kind of expensive compared to, like, bananas, but I can't bring myself to care. The 3 bucks I spend on a pineapple every week is well worth the divinely orgasmic yumminess it brings to my taste buds.
In that vein, I'm totally going to do most, if not all, of my produce shopping at the farmer's market. I went yesterday with ten bucks to my name, and came back with an eggplant, two zucchinis, a red bell pepper, four apples, a bunch of bananas, a cantaloupe, a pineapple, and a bunch of fresh parsley. AND I still have like a buck left over. The totally was only about 5 bucks before the cantaloupe and pineapple, but as I said, SO worth it. It would have been way more than that at the grocery store anyway. So yeah, from now on I'll be frequenting Central Market every Saturday, filling my little bag with nummy locally-grown produce. Yay!
Yes, I am way too happy about this prospect. I think part of it is the post-pineapple euphoria. Shut up.
Now I'm going to put on some pants, drop the rent check off next door, mosey on down to the voter registration place, and then find a nice shady bench in Musser Park (right across the street from my apartment, conveniently enough) and read for a while. Sounds like a lovely afternoon, no? But first, there must be pants.
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