When she visited David, she learned that the most beautiful fruit is the most delicious - and also ugly. The grapefruits and oranges he picked from his trees and gave her for breakfast were nothing like what she’d grown up with in the grocery stores. They were mottled yellow and washed-out green, uneven and dull-skinned. But they tasted vibrant and alive. This was the week she learned a new definition for freshness. She hasn’t eaten citrus since she returned home, can’t stand the blandness of attractive fruit, thinks the produce here is hideous with its shiny rind and watery flavor.