I like fruits and vegetables.
But when it comes to being adventurous in the produce sections of the grocery stores, I don’t go far beyond the grapes and cucumbers and onions and such.
A coworker brought in a pluot, which is some kind of blasphemous rebuke of God’s Will between a plum and an apricot.
It’s soft. It’s sweet and sour in the skin.
And it’s delicious.
I’m going to the grocery store after work.
I wonder what other marvels are waiting out there to discover, try, and…
Why am I itching?
I hope I’m not allergic to this thing.