The day begins with sunshine on my skin. Plucked from a branch and hustled out in a crate with a bunch of strangers, I soon find myself being hustled down to a market filled with color. Picked from a bin, I can be sliced and mashed, but I still maintain the integrity of myself- flavorful and exotic. I add excitement to most parties and even salad mixtures. I’m fat but healthy. Get me around my friends tomato and garlic and I am hard to resist with a chip.
It’s not easy being green
June 19, 2013