We picked up the puny pineapple on the left from a roadside stand in a heavily touristed area within a few days of our arrival on Maui. It came from a box labeled Maui Gold and cost $7–at least $3 dollars more than we usually spend for pineapple in NYC. The flesh was pale and dry, and the fruit had very little flavor. We felt taken and pretty let-down.
Then, a few days later, we happened upon a little organic stand right down the block from where we are staying in the upcountry area of Haiku. There were two huge, gorgeous pineapples for sale, reduced from $3 to $2 as they were at the peak of ripeness and had to be eaten ASAP. There was a little money box and we gladly slipped in our $4.
What a reprieve, what a pleasure, what fun to get a taste of the genuine item, tasting of the earth and sweet, gentle breezes of Maui.