Ah, young and complicated love. There’s nothing quite like it, right? That sort of sweet, bitter heartache that feels insurmountable the first time it happens but years later brings wistful memories and maybe even a wry smile at the indulgency of youth?
We were in a pinch. Too many pineapples. If they weren’t consumed soon, they’d all go to waste. As anyone in this bind would do we took a trip to the city library and dug through the old archives to find a recipe that just might get us free.