At the farmers' market, I bought several ripe butter fruits to make guacamole.

I tried a miracle fruit and suddenly sour lemons tasted like candy.

Botanists debated whether the so-called false fruits should be classified separately from true fruits.

The botanist pointed out that the mulberry and pineapple are classic examples of collective fruit formed from a mass of flowers.

For dessert, he spooned warm brandy fruit over vanilla ice cream.

The market vendor grouped the collective fruits by color to attract customers.

The fruit-eaters in the orchard woke early to pick ripe figs before the sun got too hot.

As a devoted fruit-eater, she carried a basket of peaches to share with her neighbors.

The orchard, fruiting up after the long spring rains, filled the valley with sweet, heady scents.

Every morning she fruits up her yogurt with seasonal berries and a drizzle of honey.