Sugar Plum Vine
Dreamed on 2017.04.30.0859 Outside the porthole, the rain kept falling. "Ahem." The tutor recaptured her attention. "This one is called sugar plum vine. Do as I do." Together, they each took a knife and split the stalk reminiscent of sugar cane, though plum colored. Inside each was what looked like a bundle of half-a dozen fibrous wires. The tutor demonstrated how to peel back the fibers on each of the inner strands, revealing a mauve banana-like mush. "Conventions vary here, but it is most common, in polite society, to eat this with your spoon as so." As always, she mimicked her tutor. The sugar plum vine tasted like a slightly bitter cucumber with the consistency, as she expected, of a banana.