Butchery

We received a care package from our church's 'pastoral care' committee. Unlike all the other presents received in recent weeks, this one was primarily for us. Sure, there were a few books and a toy, but most of the contents were for the benefit of the tired, overwhelmed parents. Juice, nuts, chocolate, biscuits.

And a fresh, whole pineapple.

We are both fond of pineapple, so this was a welcome gift. But the effort of preparing it for consumption got me thinking about the act of preparing said pineapple. All that peeling, coring, slicing... It seems to me that I didn't so much have to prepare the pineapple as butcher it.

Just a thought. A sleep-deprived thought, at that.