If you have ever worked in Los Angeles (or much of California), there are those days in summer when someone brings in baskets of fruit for everyone to take home.
The home tree has made too many Oranges, or Apricots, or Grapes, or Grapefruit, or lemons, or - the best of all worlds - too many purple plums.
They are hard to get in New York. Not plums - they are available, but the big juicy purple plums that make you feel like a kid. The kind you have to eat over the sink.
I had one today and ti put a huge ass smile on my face.