Feijoas

Ben's colleague gave us a bag full of feijoas, which are of South American origin, but can be found all over New Zealand. These lime-colored gems are about the size of an egg, and we cut them in half and scoop out the flesh like a soft-boiled egg. They taste something like cucumber+pear+lime. Their season is very short, and in the shops they are quite expensive, but many people have trees in their yards and sometimes we get super lucky. They also make good chutneys, but at our place, I make sure none goes to waste.

Fact is, we had four magnificent feijoa trees which produced more fruits than we and the neighbors could eat. But the trees were getting too tall and Ben wanted a rose garden around there, and the guy who used to help us with the big jobs in our garden said we could cut them back really hard and they would come back and fruit again. So we did. In 2000. And we've had three fruits since.

Anyway, I'm happy for the next few days. I need to ration so I don't eat them all at once, but they smell so pungent, and just photographing these made my mouth water. Joy!!!