Pineapple & Death

I have a pineapple allergy. It started, or rather, I first noticed it, back in 2009. In Hawaii. On the same trip that I met my boyfriend. -.- Ironic much? Tonight, I practiced a fancy garnish technique with pineapple. And worried that I might die from inhaling the sweet smell that I miss so much as the deadly juice poured out with each cut of the knife, literally, all over me. So if for some reason you don't hear from me again... it was death by pineapple. What a way to go. ;-)