Another clue that I’m an adult now

Here’s the latest way I’ve realized that I’m truly a grown-up:

I’m no longer averse to eating overripe fruit.

In my younger years, I would choose only perfectly ripe (or possibly under-ripe) strawberries and bananas, pears and peaches. Brown spots were to be avoided.

Yes, I know fruit gets brown because of sugar and therefore should be yummier. But honestly, have you ever peeled a banana and been delighted to find bruises? No. Because it looks (and feels) gross.

Overripe bananas are really good for two things: smoothies, and banana bread. Where you don’t have to see the soft spots.

Over the weekend we went to the farmer’s market in San Francisco, and as usual, I got a little too enthusiastic about buying fruit. This morning, when I opened the fridge, some overripe strawberries were staring me in the face. But since I’m an adult now, I cut ’em up and brought ’em to work in a tupperware. And then I covered them with vanilla yogurt (still can’t see the soft spots) and devoured them.

Just another mature, responsible, fruit-filled day.