Moments after peeling off the lid of the Tupperware container I am hit with the smell that transports me 3,000 miles.
No longer am I sitting in my Utah kitchen in workout gear.
A plumeria sits in my hair over my left ear. Rubbery brown flip flops adorn my feet. An airy summer dress swishes at my knees.
I am in Hawaii. I am at the Dole Plantation, the PCC or breakfast at the beach.
Fresh ripe pineapple.