I am not a picky eater. But let me introduce you to one of the most wretched fruits ever created.
I have tried papaya (known here as "paw paw") over and over since our arrival in Africa. But every time the juice even touches my lips, I am outrageously disgusted. Could it be because every time my stomach was queasy as a child my mother gave me papaya chews to sooth it?? No. Certainly there could be no correlation... Meanwhile, Jonas and Kurt adore it.
The papayas here start as a deep green, then lighten into an orangish-yellow when they are ripe.
The fruit is full of pea-sized seeds that are scraped out.
When ripe, the fruit is so soft, it's almost like room temperature butter.
Jonas' favorite use for papaya? Smoothies, smoothies, smoothies.
