My mother eats a papaya every single day. She also feeds it to her pet cockatoo, named Chuckles. The two of them are going to live to 150—with glowing skin and big muscles. My brother and I are CONVINCED Chuckles is going to get our inheritance. My mother takes him everywhere. He sits in the front seat of the car (while I’m in the back), and his photo is the screensaver on her phone. He’s rarely in his cage—except when they travel together (see him swimming with her friends on slide 4). He has full run of the house and garden. Anyway—they’re both completely addicted to papaya for its anti-cancer properties and so-called miracle nutrients. Strangely, we’ve never had papayas in our Friday vegetable or fruit boxes. But this week, finally, they’ve arrived: glorious, joyful Sunrise Papayas from our friends at Kumu Farms. It’s a total coincidence that this is happening over Mother’s Day weekend—but a welcome one. Maybe now I’ll finally make my mother proud... and get a leg up on that little shit, Chuckles. Before he gets all the family money. Order by EOD Thursday for vegetables, fruit, and flowers this weekend. We have over 1,000 deliveries going out on Friday, and your name is on one of them. X Richard