Monday, July 1, 2013

Paw Paw

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.