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Mystery Fruit....help us out

Okay, kind readers, now's your chance to help out your favorite foreign exchange family. We have a mystery fruit on our hands.

This is not the first time our neighbors have kindly offered us mystery fruit. I can't find the pics of the last batch, but we decided (based on someones distant gut feeling- tee hee) that they were most likely Quinces. They tasted pretty good- we ate most of them.

Seems that just when I am seriously considering moving into government quarters (yes, Aunt Na and Uncle Crunchy, this is still a recurring topic) the neighbors surprise us with a kind and "charming" interaction. I am beginning to wonder if our landlord has the place bugged. When he hears me go on too much about moving, he hires the neighbors to play happy villagers and they try to persuade us to stay- albeit with interesting tactics.

Our neighbor was smiling broadly as he presented a large bowl brimming with this fruit. He showed me that you peel them before eating them. He also joked that they have a lot of sugar in them (I thought he was telling me to put sugar ON them) but he made it clear that they contain a lot of sugar- he referenced diabetes. This conversation took place in Italian as you might have guessed. I really need to make learning Italian a higher priority.

So, here's the fruit...they are soft and have no particular scent. The are about the size of a clenched fist.




This is what they look like peeled. They peel easily and the skin is very thin.

This is what they look like when cut. They don't have much taste, really. They are very mushy. I will try to eat some of them, even for the mystery fruit, I feel bad wasting food. I might feel better if I knew what they were....maybe I could find a recipe and use some of them that way.....so, if you know what they are- or if you have a guess, leave a comment and let us know. Thanks!

Have a great weekend.

Comments

Bongo Bear said…
They look like figs to me- my Great-Grandmother had a fig tree and these remind me of them. I am curious what they are. I am e-mailing you a website to compare other fig photos. :-)
mimi and papa said…
No clue...it's OK if you run out prior to my arrival. You might try a aprinkle of cinnamon?
I think it's cute that the neighbors bring little gifts to share with you. There is a friendly spirit that you cannot deny. How about a novel approach....ask the neighbor!!

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