waaaah!
Today I mourned a strawberry, a red-through strawberry, a sweet-through strawberry. I mourned seeds that would clone it a thousand times over. I felt sad for cream that wouldn't turn pink from twirling. I felt mad at mandatory sugar. I yearned for that strawberry as I stared eyeball to collander-ful of imposters ~ bruised from jostling each other in evil anticipation of their deceipt, crunchy from impatience, bland with apathy.
4 Comments:
THIS is truly tragic!
Isn't it sad what they sell us at the stores :( I often pass over the strawberries knowing that although the are beautifully red, the lack everything that is appealing to me. If only I could share my homegrown ones with you, I would :)
XO Kel
Boo to second rate strawberries.
my daughter brought home two pints of organic strawberries from whole foods - I had forgotten that strawberries could taste and smell like that, amazing. They few we didn't devour went within two days, they don't last long, but wow, what a difference from the tasteless muck at the grocery store.
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