there goes that pineapple pizza
May. 3rd, 2004 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alenxa_classicWe were scheduled to go over to my grandmother's house this weekend to open presents because my mom wanted to make a big deal of it and take pictures. As you might have guessed, it didn't happen. First monkey wrench was that she told us earlier this week all the little table cameras, which she was originally planning to use to capture our expressions on seeing the third blender and its cohorts, had been used up, so she was just going to send them for developing. Oooookay. Then I call yesterday and she says the pictures are back from Costco, they're all dark and pretty much suck, and most of the cameras weren't used up after all. She also says she's got a coughing bug that has her strangling in the middle of the night and at random times, and she needs to stay quiet, so coming over that night isn't possible. Yet she manages to have a half-hour conversation without taking more than 15 seconds to cough. Yay, Mom. Now what do we do with the whole-bean coffee we bought anticipating a grinder and the pizza ingredients we bought (and the pizza night we arranged with the gang) anticipating retrieving the stone and the new pan?
In other news, the Maui Gold extra sweet pineapples that are taking over the market pretty much suck. They're bred to be sweet without being ripe, like the awful new varieties of peaches that are being foisted on Joe Consumer. I grew up with several relatives who had been trained by native Hawaiians in how to select and prepare pineapple, and now all my knowledge is netting me pine that gets rotten before I get a chance to cut it up. I bought one yesterday at Whole Foods based largely on its gold color and heavenly smell, and when I got into the kitchen this morning I could smell it from six feet away. So I spent ten minutes butchering a pineapple to keep it from liquefying in the heat before we got home. Even so, bits on the bottom had to be cut off and it had very little of the pineapple tang that is the main reason to eat pine.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kelson didn't seem to mind, but in my book, pineapple isn't pineapple unless it's trying to digest your hands. I wonder if farmers' markets on the mainland get real pineapple in sometimes.
In other news, the Maui Gold extra sweet pineapples that are taking over the market pretty much suck. They're bred to be sweet without being ripe, like the awful new varieties of peaches that are being foisted on Joe Consumer. I grew up with several relatives who had been trained by native Hawaiians in how to select and prepare pineapple, and now all my knowledge is netting me pine that gets rotten before I get a chance to cut it up. I bought one yesterday at Whole Foods based largely on its gold color and heavenly smell, and when I got into the kitchen this morning I could smell it from six feet away. So I spent ten minutes butchering a pineapple to keep it from liquefying in the heat before we got home. Even so, bits on the bottom had to be cut off and it had very little of the pineapple tang that is the main reason to eat pine.
kelson didn't seem to mind, but in my book, pineapple isn't pineapple unless it's trying to digest your hands. I wonder if farmers' markets on the mainland get real pineapple in sometimes.
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Date: 2004-05-03 08:31 pm (UTC)Can I flay anyone? Just a little bit?
I've noticed lately that the supermarket pineapples have been all core and hide. Genetic engineering, yay.
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Date: 2004-05-04 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 10:36 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, if pizza's out, we should concoct an alternate plan for Friday night. I'll continue that line of thought in an e-mail to make sure everyone sees it in a timely manner. . .