25 December 2010

I'd call it, bravocado

If I were to create the perfect fruit it would be green. It fit perfectly into the palm of your hand.
The skin would be thin easily removed with on quick effort.
The seed, large, smooth, and would essentially remove itself.
The meat of the fruit, when ripe, would smash with only a fork into a chunky-whipped tortilla chip dip, perfect when mixed with salt, lime, and occasionally tomatoes.
I would sell it to consumers in small bags, unripe. They would wait weeks for it to ripen. Then, suddenly, it would ripen overnight then be uselessly overripe by morning. Or it would feel ripe to the touch but, once cut in half, would still be as solid as a watermelon rind.
Finally, the defeated consumer would go buy the dip pre-made at the store. And thus I'd sell twice as many fruit and retire early.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Oh I like this - the amazing quality of each and every desire save for the catch, how no one can have it the way they want it. How everyone eventually turns to the market to get the processed, dumbed-down, not-the-same version.

Excellent piece.