Dear Green Grapes,
I used to eat you as a rule when I was a kid. Somewhere as an adult, I took a turn. I have chosen red grapes for a while now. I don't know if it's because I preferred red wine to white, so thought I should only eat red ones, or what. But I owe you an apology. On a whim at the co-op, I bought the green grapes (the red ones looked shitty). I ate them, and they were delicious. They took me way back to the Muir's kitchen on Gloucester Court where Natalie and I used to spit grapes at each other over bowls of chili. I have missed you green grape, and your memories, too. I shall choose you for a while.
Sorry red, your time has passed for now,
a lean mean green grape spitting machine