When I was twelve years old, I remembered I wanted to marry a pineapple plantation tycoon's son (of course, has to be charming!) so that I can eat all the pineapple cookies everyday. Oh well, that didn't happen. But I still head down to the nearest provision shop or supermarket to get my fix on pineapple biscuits at times.
This picture was taken two weeks ago at my backyard. Recently, my dad has been planting pineapple in our mini garden. To him, it's a fulfillment because at the end of the day, we can all eat the ripe pineapple. How nice! We don't use pesticide so it's quite good and safe. By the time you read this post, we would have already slice up this ripe pineapple.
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