Almost two years ago, Adam and I moved back to Honolulu from Tennessee. Of course one of the first things on the agenda for me was to get my garden in order. I had left all of my plants behind (with loving owners of course) and was eager for some tropical plants. One item that I tried for the first time was a pineapple.
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March of this year, the now huge pineapple plant had started to bear fruit. It continued to grow and resemble the fruit we are used to buying in the market. We had wondered how we would know when it was ready, as it matured and continued to sit on the stem. Eventually the outside of the pineapple turned a golden yellow and we knew it was close. The last step was to flip the fruit so that the other side could be exposed to the sun to give an even coloring.
Last week, when checking the development of the ripening, the fruit just fell off in Adam's hand! I guess that was the pineapples way of telling us it was ripe. We ate the whole thing in one sitting yesterday and it was probably the best pineapple I've ever eaten: just delicious! And of course, I planted its stem so that we can enjoy the taste of home grown pineapple again in just two more years.
