We hit our local farmer’s market and went to a stand selling a lot of tropical fruit, which is just starting to come in. Back home the kids and I did an impromptu little Gastrokid taste test. Here’s how our three tropical picks fared.
Round, deep red, and the size of big grapes, with tiny little pits that feel as if they could crack a tooth.
Desmond, 2 years old: “Too spicy.”
Violet, 5 years old: “It’s good, but I don’t want another one.”
Me, 36 years old: Luscious, tart, refreshing, with moderate sweetness and floral and piney notes.
Wrinkled papery skin. Vibrant green yellow pulp and seeds.
Des: “No. You try.”
Vi: “No thank you.”
Me: Tart and floral, but I’ve had better. Here’s hoping they sweeten up as the season progresses.
Raw Macadamia Nuts:
Hard as heck shell that required a kitchen mallet to crack (I couldn’t find my nut cracker; do I even have a nutcracker?). Soft and ivory meat.
Des: “Uck.” He spits a wad of half chewed nuts into my hand.
Vi: “Yucky. Where’s my water?”
Me: rich and nutty but a bit bland. (I pan roast and salt them later. Still not so great.)