Pray join us, gentle reader, for a quick spot of time travel.It's the early 1700s, and you are a lady or lord attending a formal dinner at an English country estate.Dressed in voluminous skirts and petticoat or waistcoat and breeches, you sit at the dinner table to find yourself facing a mountain of melons and grapes, strawberries and oranges, all of which form an enormous throne for the most unlikely of fruits: a pineapple, a bright yellow slice of the tropics that radiates sunshine, despite the gray English chill outside.
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