My mind is on Guineps. How good they are. How I have not tasted one in a long time. How they seem a little dangerous because of the large seed.
Picking and eating this exquisite fruit is one of my great childhood memories.
My favorite Guinep tree lived in the backyard of my Grand Aunt’s property. Ga’Ma, as we fondly called my Grandmother’s beloved sister, would bring out an old cane neatly tied with a hook from a clothes hanger made specifically for Guinep season. She would poke and grasp at the branches shaking them gently until the delicious green baubles came tumbling into my outstretched skirt. Then the long session of eating. Do you remember how that Guinep sounds when you bite into it? The delicious crack that it makes as the crisp skin gives way under your teeth?
That flavor cannot truly be compared to any other taste that I know…Heaven.
And speaking of Heaven…now I’m longing for a piece of Breadfruit.
What taste from home do you pine for?
Susan Andrea Warmington