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I adore the sharp, explosive taste of real fruit. Not that syrupy canned bullshit or sad mealy apples from the back of the fridge — I am talking proper, juicy, nature’s middle finger to boring snacks. I demolish fruit. An entire 4 lb. box of grapes? Vaporized in one sitting. Massive haul of berries or cherries? Do not test me. I will finish them while you are probably still peeling the plastic off of yours.

My ranking right now:

1. Green Grapes — Crisp snappy globes that snap like they are personally offended by your eating them. They are basically edible crack. Zero mush tolerance. These things keep me hydrated and sane.
2. Rainier Cherries (Yellow ones especially) — These golden-reds taste like someone spiked a peach with caramel and told it to get sexy. Sweet as hell and low acid. I hoard them in the summer.
3. Blueberries — Tiny antioxidant grenades. I shove handfuls in my face straight from the carton. They stain everything and I definitely do not give a shit. Brain food that actually works.
4. Banana — especially coupled with espresso — Creamy and potassium-packed. But here is the move: semi-green banana + fresh espresso shot = sweet-bitter chaos that hits better than most desserts.
5. Obviously my top tier fruits are tropical fruits(pineapple, mango, kiwi etc)! However living around here makes it difficult to get good quality (organic!) ones. Once you have sunk your teeth into a giant mango sold at the Cuban roadside by a local vendor, you will turn your nose up at the plastic-tasting ones here. (I went to Cuba in 2009– the last trip I had taken before my disability)

Apples and pears stay in heavy rotation too. Reliable crunch dealers. And perfect vehicles for nut butter.

Plus I love dried fruits!! Charcuterie boards are my ultimate meal. Especially figs and dates! I adore fresh figs too— they are very pretty!

My boyfriend has also gotten me hooked on dehydrated fruits (thanks to Top Chef!) so I can easily polish those apple/ banana chips off without the guilt (there is literally only one ingredient— no added sugars or oils)

I am weird as hell about texture and I own it. If it is mushy, it is dead to me. Overripe pears, peaches, nectarines — straight to the trash or the compost. I want bite. That satisfying resistance before the juice explodes. Give me a pear that fights back. A peach that still has attitude. Nectarines with actual structure.

Semi-green bananas? Hell yes. That starchy, firm snap is elite. Perfectly ripe is a myth peddled by people who enjoy sadness in their mouth. I prefer borderline unripe over sloppy any day

This is no cute “healthy eating” talk. It is fuel. Fruit is not some gentle wellness trend. It is raw, seasonal, messy joy that reminds you that you are alive.In complete disregard for those around me, I literally have an entire meal. of just fruits at times.If it was acceptable, I would only eat fruits! As for now, I will keep devouring it like a savage while the mush-lovers suffer in silence.