Dessert

“Bonjour Maman. Un ananas s’il vous plait.” 

The woman removes the yellow metal tray about 2 feet in diameter from on top of her head, and places it on the ground. She removes the machete from around her waist and, holding the pineapple by the green leaves, proceeds to peel the rind from the fruit. After, with a few quick cuts, she slices the pineapple onto a metal plate and then slides the chunks into a black plastic bag. She stabs on the pieces with a toothpick and hands me the bag. I will eat the entire pineapple by myself.