how to shop at the market

something that came to me

She examined the product carefully, or so she thought at the time. It was shiny, round, and seemingly perfect -- proudly on display. The cost was a bit dearer than she wanted to pay, but she bought it anyway. When she got it home she discovered it to be mushy inside, and what wasn't bad at first had an after taste, like milk, one day off curdling. She tried in vain to find a recipe to mask the rot, but finally, she just had to toss it away, without so much as a coupon for her trouble.

The next time she went to the market, she bi-passed the front case and looked for something natural, with rough spots, and a few blemishes here and there.  The first taste was more than she expected, bitter, and sweet, with a firm crunch; delightful on the tongue, and satisfying, bite after bite. She only hopes she can preserve it, so she never has to go shopping again.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Bacchus]

Oh, finding perfection is so deceiving isn't it. The rotten fruit that can be inside.
Finding realness- truth- and taste... you can't go back from that.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. This was one of those that started out as something else entirely, and morphed into a bit of an essay, almost.