Kiwi Pedophile
Sitting on our kitchen counter yesterday were baby kiwis. No, I don’t mean those flightless hatchlings and I certainly don’t mean infants from New Zealand. (Although, I have been known to joke once or twice about kidnapping and/or eating newly borns…*nervous laughter*…I was just kidding, people!…I’m not sick like that!)
The baby kiwis I’m talking about are the cute, pre-pubescent (read: fuzzless) versions of the brown-on-the-outside, green-on-the-inside, sweet-sometimes-sour fruit.
Reminiscent of Philippine sineguelas in appearance, they’re slightly tender when squeezed. And when you bite into them, it’s quite a surprise how these little ones share the adult version’s look and flavor, but pack more sweetness and juiciness. They’re delightful to eat, but they do leave a funny feeling on your tongue for a bit, the way bananas do sometimes (sort of like a waxy coating).
My friend Whitney (who is responsible for discovering these at Rossman’s) was amused by my excitement as I carefully examined and tasted them. Then, as I proceeded to arrange and photograph them, he dubbed me a kiwi pedophile, exploiting them in their young age. Ugh! Gross, Whit! Now that’s sick!
i always knew you had it in you!
Haha, I think you inspired me to do a baby fruit and/or vegetable post!