We weren’t always friends… in fact, I hated pineapple all my childhood and it was very hard for me to accept it in my house, in my kitchen and then, on my plate… disgusting. Let me tell you a little story, just for fun, about a little girl and about a fruit with weird haircut. When I was about 6, 7 years old I was (of course) in love with Santa Claus and especially with the gifts that he always brought to me on Christmas day. I was waiting for Santa each year with hope, joy and curiosity, like every other child. He never disappointed me and he came each year with all sorts of gifts for me… breadsticks were
Pineapple… my friend with the weird haircut :D
