I bought a pineapple at the grocery store yesterday. I love fresh pineapple. It tastes so good. Much better than the canned stuff which just tastes like can.
It looked so picturesque on my counter that I hated to cut into it, but it was time. I was kind of nervous. I really don’t know how to tell if a pineapple is ripe so I was just kind of guessing in the store. We used to buy them in Rome all the time. But in Rome it didn’t matter that I didn’t know a ripe pineapple from an unripe one. In Rome the nice Italian fruit vendor asks you if you are going to eat your pineapple (ananas) today or tomorrow (oggi o domani) and then he chooses one for you based on your pineapple consumption plans.
I have to admit cutting this one up today was a bit of a challenge. And I don’t know why because I’m sure the knife I used to carve them up in Italy was much dodgier than the one I used today. So go figure.
But it is really good. I will have to buy them more often. Plus they remind me a little bit of Rome, and that is always a good thing.