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On this diet, I can't have any fruit. I can't have a lot of things, but I can't have fruit. I *love* fruit. I'd rather eat fruit than almost anything in the world. Strawberries. Yum. They're cute, too. Little and red and fun to eat a million ways. Before this diet, I was really looking forward to the first really ripe strawberries of summer--you know the ones. Not those pints the grocery stores put out in February, where the little bottoms are white and the tops are pale pink and if you look really hard, maybe one is red. I'm talking about the true summer strawberries, like the ones my Grandma used to pick out of her garden for me when I was little.
So. I can't have fruit. But I can think about it. I try to avoid that part of the store but I even like to look at it. Odd, huh. Maybe. Maybe not. Did you ever just pick up an orange and...smell it? Or grapes. You know, you expect the little ones to be the sweetest but often they aren't. Royal Gala apples. The best apple on the Earth. They're from New Zealand and they're way more expensive than other apples...but they are certainly worth it! I even like the skin, whereas red apple skin is something that repulses me. Raspberries. On pound cake...or angel food cake...with a little whipped cream. Or right off the vine, better yet. New fruit I've only just begun to like: kiwi, and different sorts of melon. I'll even eat a grapefruit now--granted, I soak it in sugar--but I'll eat it.
I love fruit.
Sigh.
Did you ever wonder who the hell thought to peel the banana and see if anything was inside? Did you ever wonder stuff like that? Sometimes things like that pop into my head and I wonder just what part of my brain they come from.
Go. Eat some fruit and think of me. Sometimes I think if I eat one more egg I'll turn into a chicken.
~*~Mel~*~
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