Another gardening first for me.
We’ve harvested our first pineapple. It’s not very big, but then it has been the beneficiary of total neglect, scant water, altogether too much sunshine, a fair bit of humidity, and the gentle attentions of the dog: booping it with his nose (big mistake, ouch, prickly!), brushing past it rudely and coming perilously close to actually peeing on it.
It smells divine. The sort of fresh, tangy, sweet, intoxicating smell you will never, ever get from a shop-bought fruit that has been harvested at a time not necessarily its peak, travelled, been stored in a cold room and then lain around in the shop for a week or two.
So, well, it’s at the peak of ripe perfection right now, and needs eating right now. I’m thinking with Greek yoghurt on muesli. The Husband is in favour of grilled, on a ham steak, with perhaps a fried egg on the side. Well, he’s a bloke, what do you expect?
Either way, I shall be keeping the top and sticking it first in a pot and then in the ground to root and start its own pineapple plant. Remember the tiny baby pineapple flower I showed you months ago? This is the final fruit.
From 3cm across in the photo on the left to the full sized ripe fruit above. The old plant has fruited and will eventually die back, never to fruit again. The leafy top is the way to get it all going again.
More delicious tangy sweetness, one day.