There they are, the fresh pineapples stacked in rows at the grocery store, with their greenish-golden hues indicating that they are ripe and ready to eat. There's a sales tag. It's a screaming deal.

Confession: I've never cut — or peeled, or skinned, or whatever the correct verb is — a pineapple. I've eaten pineapple, sure; I've just never prepared it. But that is all going to change, ladies and ...