Shr'ka Harvest: science fiction

The shr'ka harvest was going was well this year, Marne thought. She dared to pause from collecting the pods long enough to straighten her back and sweep a strand of long hair out of her face. The overseer was looking in another direction, so she swiftly brought a shr'ka pod up to her lips and squeezed its pulp into her mouth. It was still unseasoned, so it was bland and not much better than her standard fare, but when fresh-picked, she could detect a faint flavor of sweetness and fruit, so faint that a gourmet would hurl it from him in disgust, but it was enough better than the porridge that she savored its taste. She did not dare to close her eyes to enjoy it further, but she smiled a little as she bent to pick the next pod. Her eyes widened when she saw it. Instead of the whitish-cream pods that filled her basket, this one was a rich purple-red. She could not breathe when she saw it.

Inspiration: "unseasoned"
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Look, the slave found the special pod! Now something special happens!