This is Tone Literature!!Shrinee was the pickiest eater in the universe. She did not eat an apple unless its hue was the color of cherries on ice-cream sundaes. And, she ate pasta only if each strand appeared silky and smooth like her own flowing hair. Her grandmother, Valerie, who grew up during the Great Depression, did not understand why Shrinee could afford to be so fussy about food that was perfectly cooked. Valerie had seen the worst of times. When she was Shrinee's age, she had once eaten a potato that looked as edible as a smashed bug. One sunny afternoon, Valerie took her only grandchild, Shrinee, to her backyard where she had been doing some gardening. The ripe, red tomatoes were swaying in the air, and the coriander leaves were spreading their aroma. She then asked Shrinee to think about food as life's gift. "Do you see how much it takes for a seed to grow into a plant? And, how easy it is to throw away food in the trash?" Valerie asked as she stroked Shrinee's silky hair