So, we asked our contributors what’s in their fruit bowl. And, for the most part, it sure as hell ain’t fruit.
I have fruit, but also a perfume sampler, batteries (seriously, what the hell are you supposed to do with them when they run out?) an egg cup and the plastic bag I used last time I went on a plane which still functions as my purse.
Always fruit. But often the fruit you are not allowed to eat. The fancy mango that you buy for a special occasion and then forget to use. The passion fruits you bought for a pavlova that you never made so they rot to death. I inherited this skill from my mother.
This is an unusually high fruit-to-detritus ratio if I’m honest.
Fruit bowl? Couple of apples in their packet on the side.
The three-tier thing in the background containing no fruit is our fruit bowl. The dish in front containing Post-Its, sticky tape, pens and fruit is our spare fruit bowl.
Mine had an onion, some buttons and a champagne cork in it until last week, when I noticed the onion was mouldy and threw it away.
This is right now, but there’s usually a phone charger. And batteries.
Most of the fruit is sitting on the kitchen cabinet instead.
Two apples and the small bell from an Aldi chocolate Easter bunny. Not sure where the shrivelled conker which lived in there for years has got to.
I thought being a grown-up would be different.
A hose pipe gun and a multi-pack of Seabrook crisps.
My other fruit bowl has a teapot in it.
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