My nice friend Aaron emailed me this New York Times article that came out today about miracle fruit parties ("Flavor Tripping") in New York.

I have never tried miracle fruit - but have been dreaming of hosting my own miracle fruit parties ever since I saw this blog post around a year and a half ago. I obsessed about it and told everyone in my office about my plans to have the most awesome miracle fruit party ever. At that point, however, miracle fruit was not available online, and after trying to call some farm in Florida more than thirty times over the course of a week, I finally searched on eBay and found a miracle fruit plant that I purchased immediately. I waited on edge until it arrived in the mail, only to learn that it would take a short six years for the damn thing to produce berries. . . and then everyone in my office made fun of me (especially you, Eric, and you're still on my shit list). Traumatic, I know.

How many parties do I have to have until I'm satisfied? Last week it was a chocomusic party, then I wanted to have another cupcake week, and now it's miracle fruit parties?

I'm so mad that I haven't tried miracle fruit yet. I'm in a jealous rage. I have to go make some lists of things now. It's the only thing that calms me down.

The above image signifies the utter agony I feel that I have not yet hosted a miracle fruit party. It was taken by my friend Dan Reed.