“What the HELL is that?”
I ask that question at least once a day.
Yesterday it occurred when Andretti-san and I encountered these:
Andretti-san – “Eat it.”
Not unless my other choice is being forced to watch the movie “Yentl” over and over for 48 hours straight.
Ouisar-san- “I`ll force the Offspring to eat it. I`ll tell them they ate it when they were babies and loved it.” That works about half the time. The percentage of success is dropping as they get older.
Ouisar-san- “It`s in the fruit section. I`m betting on a fruit.” It looked vaguely familiar.
Remarkably, once home, I realized that I had seen this fruit before. On a bag.
A mangosteen. According to Wikipedia, this delicious snack is-
a reproductive organ.
Having eaten other foods with a similar obligation to the propagation of certain species, I became more hesitant to sample. On the other hand, I have continued to love oranges in spite of a Botany Professor`s disclosure that the pulp was hundreds of ovaries. (This explains why many people will only drink pulp-free orange juice)
My Canadian cousins had brought the dried version over from Thailand. Those were tasty. I volunteered myself as the guinea pig. Instructions for opening were included.
Next time I`ll follow the instructions correctly for a neater result.
Very tough outer layer. Squishy inside. Consistency of a peach. Sweet but with the aftertaste of something sweetened artificially. Pit in the middle. Very small. The fruit version of a sunflower. A lot of work for a little taste. Something good to eat while watching tv. Be careful with the knife.
We Clampitts thought a banana was an exotic fruit until moving here.