Cultural Experiences

When I was a little boy, my mother used to go to the grocery store and buy whole pineapples and fresh-baked Hawaiian bread. Cutting those pineapples were an experience, it involved a ritual and a process. Then we would put the tops of the pineapples in water and let them sprout. These weren't cultural experiences in that I ever learned or even heard mention of anything about Hawaii, but just the sensation and the experience of the pineapple and of the fresh baked bread(these would not be on the same occassion) were experiences in and of themselves. A bit of the polynesian subconsciously taken in.