December 21, 2009
Hammer it again
Originally published August 25, 2004
I developed my pineapple fixation on my last trip to Costa Rica. Pineapple is served for breakfast EVERYWHERE I've been there, and most places have a cook that will make you anything you want for breakfast. I seldom ordered huevas y papas fritas con arroz y pintos. which is a typical Tico breakfast. I grazed at the fruit bar and ate everything except mangoes. I believe that I hurt the cook's feelings at first, until she became accustomed to me doing the same thing every day.
I don't like mangoes. They don't taste good to me and they'll attack you like vampire bats in the dark.
But I missed my pineapple when I was going cross-country with Recondo. My belly missed it, too.
I know I sound like a tie-dyed, tofu-eating hippy here, but I AM NOT trying to live forever. I don't have a religious experience when I eat pineapple. I AM NOT trying to make you see the light of some new miracle food.
But that stuff works for me.
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