This story reminded me of two times in my life. Growing up in the 1950's my mother made pineapple upside down cake with (boxed) gingerbread mix. Since then anything else tastes bland. From 1978-80 I lived on Oahu and would drive past the Dole processing plant in downtown Honolulu. The fragrance from the pineapples was intoxicating. Definitely paradise!

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