Mmmm… pineapple. Great by itself, heaven on a pizza, and quite pretty on your kitchen table! A centerpiece that nobody can argue with!
Yep, the pineapple. When I was pregnant with Oliver, I was grateful every morning that the cafeteria had fresh (or possibly canned and chilled; I wasn’t really all that picky!) pineapple on hand every day. That was all I wanted for three months.
So, fun facts about the pineapple:
- Its name comes from its similarity in looks to a pine cone.
- Pineapple juice breaks down protein… so it is a good marinade for meat.
- It looks funny when it grows:
I actually saw a live pineapple plant when I was in Panama. (The country, not the city in Florida, although I’ve been to both.) It was really neat–it looked like it was going to topple over any second. And I hadn’t ever thought about where pineapples come from before I saw it growing, but I woudn’t have guessed that it would look quite like it does.
DISCLAIMER: This is not actually an ode… it is not particularly stately or lyrical, and does not contain a strophe, an antistrophe, and an epode. Forgive me.