![]() I hear it echo faintly in a round with “kill your darlings” and “show don’t tell.” I stopped listening to that criticism-or truism, or whatever it is. Whoever said we’re not supposed to anthropomorphize plants and animals will hate my book. And then there’s the way each fruit’s difficulty can become metaphors for human difficulty-the failure of our bodies, the fragility of our relationships, the magical thinking we use to identify what will heal us, and the way nurturing and harm can get all tangled up. A bounty of plums can become a chore and a mess. ![]() The way almond flavor and cyanide coexist in the kernel of stone fruits. As I wrote more of the book, different types of difficulty arose. ![]() Wheat flour is the basis of beloved breads and cakes and pies, but wheatberry dust is explosive and flour makes some people sick. Raw quince smells great, tastes terrible, and doesn’t yield its pleasures until cooked. At first it was a fruit that defied my expectations of sweetness and ease. ![]()
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