Friday, June 5, 2009
Dan and I have the same conversations over and over (does this happen to other couples?) and one of our old standbys is how the fruit on the East Coast sucks. I have only lived on the East Coast, so I don't know any different, but Dan tells me that the fruit here has no flavor, is never ripe enough and comes nowhere close to the juicy glory of California fruit.
I love fruit and buy a ton of it each week for us to eat, but I consume most of it. The only time Dan will eat it is if I prepare a fruit salad or cut up some pineapple or buy some overpriced grapes. Apples and pears, the staples of East Coast fruit, always remain untouched, and if he's feeling really motivated, he might peel an orange but undoubtedly he will express his disappointment about it which makes us have this conversation all over again.
I actually agree with him that the fruit in New York City isn't as fresh and is more expensive than the ones I ate in New Jersey, but I still think it's important for my diet to eat fruit so I suck it up and eat it anyway.
When we planned this trip to California, I was curious to see what the fuss was about so I suggested to Dan that we should try some California fruit during our trip.
"Oh, I can't vouch for San Francisco fruit," he said, "it's probably totally different."
To solve this problem, Dan asked his parents to bring up fruit from V-town when they came to visit us in the city. We got a nice helping of farmer fresh apricots, peaches, cherries, oranges and grapefruit from his grandparents' tree. It was worth trekking the huge box of goodies home. Of course it tastes better! How could it not? But when we're done with it, I will still eat my East Coast fruit without complaining. I have got to eat fruit right?
Box of goodies with cherries on top.
Posted by Yvonne at 1:40 PM