Thoughts of sweet, caramel bites kept swirling around my mind. Cravings to be one with this wonderful creation from who knows what - this could only mean one thing: dates. I eagerly get up from lounging around to pick up my car keys and drive away to the local market. The electronic doors slide open while my eyes can only see these roach like wonders waiting for me; teasing me. Picking up the two heaviest packs for $12 (when it comes to fruit, greed is not my sweet spot - pun intended), my mind gets distracted by the beautiful colors of produce. I linger around to pick up more miracles on Earth all while holding onto my cart like it was Jesus on a popsicle stick... making sure to never let go of my dates. Feeling pleasantly lost like a kid in a [raw, vegan, organic, fruit based] candy store, I spot my second love: red grapes. Dates are beautiful and not jealous, letting me act upon this sinful desire. Checking out which pack has the most back (get it?), I take hold of not one, but four bags. Placing them carefully in my cart, I stroll towards the cashier. As I make my dates and grapes aware that once we get in private it's going down... my belly... I spot the one thing that could balance these out for my personalized palette - jicama. Alright, I grab one; jicama goes both ways.
I place the fruit on the conveyer belt and watch them wave goodbye for now. Catching up to them after what seems like forever, I carefully watch the cashier as she handles my darlings. Passing the test, she puts them in a bag as I proceed to happily pay. I get into my car, but besides busting open the bag, I carefully strip the package of dates like it was his first prom. Picking away the tape, then popping each corner of the lid, I finally have come face to face with my ultimate. Packed and eager to get out, I go for what seems to be the easy one. Holding it up to my mouth, I slowly open and slide the tip in. Sitting perfectly between my teeth, I bite down gently and let this beautiful fruit fall into my mouth. Chewing now, all is alive and well. The soft, yet subtle toffee-like texture greets me as the sweetness begins to roll around and play. Rolling my head back, I pop the rest in my mouth. Being careful to avoid the pit, I juggle the date between my teeth and tastebuds, letting them fight naturally. Spitting out the pit, I take note: What have I just eaten? What have I just done? Did I just have sex or was that fruit? Are they the same thing? Well, I still had about 75 dates left to figure that out. Lucky me.
You guys... I just had some dates (saving for tomorrow) and only TWO of them made me write this entire thing. I'm not even a writer... clearly. WHAT JUST HAPPENED? WHY ARE THEY SO GOOD? WHAT!!!
Anyways, yeah... I love dates. x
Wow, you just wrote date poetry! xD
Hahaha if this makes me wrong I don't wanna be right...