I prefer straight fruit: fresh bananas and frozen strawberries and peaches from Schwan. I sometimes eat canned fruit if fresh or frozen isn’t available, but I understand fresh and frozen fruit are more healthful.
I also don’t particularly care for pumpkin. I can tolerate its taste in pies, but the smell often reminds me of times when I was a kid and had to clean out the inside of a pumpkin before it was carved for Halloween.
The following poem explains how things came to a head between a pumpkin and me. The poem was published several years ago in Magnets and Ladders. You can click the Play button below to hear me read it.
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