I loved pineapples ever since I had memories. In Malaysia where pineapples were local produce, we could even argue which state the best of these come from. There's even a town named after it - Pekan Nenas, literally "pineapple town".
In our little home, my brother S and I used to fight over the "hearts" of pineapples, basically the vertical cores which were usually sliced off and discarded. I don't know why S liked it so much but I did because it was not as juicy as the "meaty" part of the fruit, and yet had a nice sweetness to it. And the crunch in the mouth... So what's there not to like for a kid. Pineapple sticks one. Carrot sticks zero.
In our little home, my brother S and I used to fight over the "hearts" of pineapples, basically the vertical cores which were usually sliced off and discarded. I don't know why S liked it so much but I did because it was not as juicy as the "meaty" part of the fruit, and yet had a nice sweetness to it. And the crunch in the mouth... So what's there not to like for a kid. Pineapple sticks one. Carrot sticks zero.
A recent trip to the groceries shop across the street ended up with a whole batch of cookies. Why finally, the dried pineapple slices are back in stock! I revisited the dried apricots and chocolate chip cookies recipe and replaced the apricots with chopped dried pineapples.
The verdict: the cookies did not scream pineapples but the pale yellows bits certainly made its presence felt.
