I have told my pineapple story here before. My parents are gone, 13 and 15 years, now. They were great parents and extraordinary Grandparents. Their love story will be told in the family for generations. It was always a party when they came to visit. No, they did not bring gifts for their grandchildren but my kids always acted like it was Christmas. They brought the greatest love with them for every visit.
So, the pineapple. We ate a feast every time they came and sometimes we had fresh pineapple. I dried and planted the tops and have kept it going all of these years. I now have a half dozen or so plants stuffed into 2 big pots. I will take these tops and stick them in with the rest. In a couple years they will reward me again. My family will come over and share in their exquisite sweetness.