As you may know, I planned on eating the pineapple with my family during Christmastime. But, I just didn't have the heart to see this plan to (
de-)
fruition. I
nurtured the plant for over two years. I had watched it grow. Killing it and eating it seemed wrong. It is not my custom nor is it my practice to
nurture things only to kill and eat them. That is a job I happily leave to livestock farmers.
Well, I wish I was made of sterner stuff. Harevesting it earlier would have at least rendered its flesh edible. Instead, something smelled rotten in my house (and more recently, as soon as the
weather got nice, it smelled rotten out on the balcony). The smell was that of an overripe pineapple.
Its flesh used to be firm and green. Lately, however, its flesh was turning an
unhealthy orange and yellow, and from it arose a penetrating aroma. (The aroma of an overripe pineapple, as described above.)
Anyway, I still had a problem. I still had not the heart to put it to the sword. Luckily for me, I happened upon a kind drifter on the street, who supplied his own blade and did the terrible deed. Even more luckily, he left after he was done without harming anyone. I taped the entire terrible thing. Watch if you must.