There is a great post on “The Stir” today about Edible Arrangements titled Get me an Edible Arrangement for Mother’s Day and you’ll be sorry.

I have to agree. There is something about Edible Arrangements that just evokes a feeling of anger and hostility from me.  I can’t put my finger on it.  Could it be because I instinctively know that those large chunks of fruit, fashioned into the shape of flowers, are destined to be flavorless hunks of disappointment when they make it into my mouth? Or perhaps it’s because I despise when I show up to an event where food is promised and I get there to find one of those lame plastic tubs of pre-sliced pineapple, melons, strawberries, etc., cordoned off into different sections with a container of yogurt stuck in the middle. You know, the kind you get at the grocery store? I hate them.

The Onion recently joked that the Continued Existence of Edible Arrangements Disproves Central Tenets of Capitalism because there seems to be one on every corner, yet no one apparently likes or wants their product.

What is it about these fruit-to-floral arrangements that brings out such fury from people? I distinctly remember several years ago when a co-worker received one from a boyfriend – I can’t remember why.  But I do know all she did was complain about it.  She even asked him why he had wasted his money on something like that (Gracious, wasn’t she?). Still, I couldn’t help but silently support her.