April 19, 2017 § 9 Comments
Ripe is sweet and thin-skinned, juicy-wet and delicious, and chances are you’d put it in the trash or compost bin without taking a bite, because to taste delicious you have to get past ugly.
Ripe is bruised and it leaks. You can’t stack it, that’s for sure. Where one piece of fruit touches another, ripe darkens and weeps; you’ll never find ripe in a grocery store.
Instead you find perfect.
Grocery store fruits and vegetables are firm, smooth and unblemished, but not ripe. I don’t fault grocery stores. Unripe stacks well, it has a longer shelf life.
When you bite into grocery store produce it crunches, and delivers a hint of flavor, a preview of coming attractions.
April 2, 2017 § 4 Comments
Die, and it provokes the question, what door did you leave unlocked? How did you invite death in?
Perhaps the dead look forward only, but if they glance back, that unlocked door is probably easy to see.
Too much sugar, cigarette smoke, a failure to look both ways, a blithely ignored message written into the genes, a job too stressful.
If only…. I sure wouldn’t do that again.
But dead is rather final.