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Luscious Bounty The firm, dimpled skin of the golden orb resists momentarily then crisply gives way to my thumbnail, releasing a fine spray of citric acid. The peeled back chunk of skin reveals a snowy white, fur-like underside, a sweet fragrance and my first view of the treasure within. The remainder of the peel comes off in pieces, each more easily than the one before. Stripped of its protective cover the fruit’s delicate undergarment of virgin white lace, like that of a bride’s, requires gentle removal: one, two, three threads at a time, ever so carefully – yet still the occasional small puncture and with it a glistening drop of nectar. Holding it gingerly with both hands, I search with my thumbs for a weak spot between two sections and gently pull it open. A thin stream of juice splashes my wrist, which I bring to my mouth and clean with a flick of my tongue. It is sweet – pleasing, my selection was good. The two equal portions of amber fruit lie nestled in my left hand. With my right thumb and forefinger I carefully separate the first section. The small piece of fruit looks like an unpolished gemstone but it caresses my lips with velvety softness. The thin membrane gives way easily – my teeth cut in and it explodes, bathing the inside of my mouth with its sweet juice. My tongue finds a solitary seed that is quickly propelled through pursed lips to skitter across the patio. It will be enjoyed later by one of the small creatures that inhabit my back yard. I lean back – content, and savor my luscious bounty. Copyright © October 1989 Michael D. Kerrigan |
