The tart, the sweet

The tart draws you in. You notice the underlying sweet only much later. With a pinch of salt you have something divine – a trinity of tastes, a texture the tongue can caress forever.
“Pine-yaa-pul” is one of the first words I remember uttering – I’d seen it on a hoarding. A golden yellow bear endorsing a pineapple drink that must never have even taken off.
It was a fruit I rarely ate- the thorns often left the mouth covered with tiny cuts. But in the hands of an expert, the fruit can be a treat for the eyes and the tongue.