It is the season of the sweetly sour feijoa, and until recently I’d not particularly enjoyed the taste. At all.
Wesley however has been enjoying the sweet and complex flavours for the past couple of weeks. During this time many bits have been tossed onto the floor and I, being sort of lazy simply eat the little bits.
I’ve consumed enough now to know that I actually rather enjoy the taste.
The fruit hails from South America, and is found dropped from mature trees ripe and ready to eat. They sell for a heavy price at the grocery store – so it’s been a real treat having a tree at Mike’s mums for total gluttony.
The plate was a gift when we first moved in from Wesley’s great grandmother Izzy. I love it so much, I feel like it makes everything just a bit more fabulous in it’s golden rimmed form.
So this fruit, magically seduced me into enjoying it’s strange flavour.
Have you ever had a change of heart about a food you didn’t particularly like at first?
Everything else is fair game… apart from mushrooms, no matter how many I eat – my extreme dislike remains.