I ate an amazing thing in Kauai, the egg fruit.  It has the color and texture of perfectly creamy-cooked egg yolk, and a gently sweet flavor that I cannot describe with any poetry.

They won’t grow anywhere near here, and there is a tiny possibility south Florida could harvest the fruit, but no one transports them around, so basically it is a Hawaiian treat.  When can I go back?

http://www.hort.purdue.edu/newcrop/morton/canistel.html

Another lovely photo, on Flickr.

Dear random white collar office girl,

Despite your admirable effort at curbing your consumption to lose some of the extra winter survival storage, I can see you looking askance as I prepare my mid-day meal.  How could you not?  It’s freakin’ enormous, colorful, and assembled by hand each day.

The only thing you should know - which might make your head explode - is that my mixing-bowl-sized lunch salad has the same number of calories as your Lean Cuisine.  It probably doesn’t even cost that much more, especially if you didn’t stock up while Smith’s had frozen dinners on sale.  Not to mention far fewer amounts of scary additives and processed grains in that teeny tiny little tray that spins around in the microwave defrosting with gusto.

Smug much, me?  Yep.  Sorry.  It’s Monday.