I had been growing pineapple plants for seven years, keeping them in our heated garage over the winter for six of those years. Jessedotsmom, this winter, decreed that these ugly, dirty waste-of-time plants were no longer welcome in our garage over the winter. So, I took them into work, near a large window with plenty of sun.
Krishna be praised, they flowered at Christmastime and produced lucsious fruit late this spring. This post is dedicated to the death of these three pineapples, and what a complaining woman can do to right her wrong.
P.S. For all you newlyweds, before we got married she "loved hockey". Haven't seen a game on my home TV in 35 years.
I thought she would post something on facebook sort of along the lines of "you think your husband is crazy?'
Here is the biggest of my beauties, supported by a few posts, ripe and ready to be picked. I used a Machete, just to be sure that the process was correct, and painless.
Jessedotsmom made amends by producing the following pineapple-based treats:
Pineapple, Avocado, Tomato and Onion Salsa
She saved this for the next day, where, on WHVL TV, she used the salsa as a topping for "Tacos al Pastor"
Then she decided to take a day off, sit in the hot tub, and drink Lava Flow Cocktails,
Just when she was ready to turn the page and start working on grilling recipes, the rains came and she used the last of the be-headed pineapples to make Pineapple Cobbler.
Ladies, payback is, sometimes, hell.
For these and other great treats, check out Jessedotsmom's Foodie Blog
For the Glory,
Joe from Pineapple Central