Two years ago daughter Kathy presented me with a tiny papaya tree. She was aware of my failed efforts from previous years and so ( bless her ) she gave me this miserable specimen, root bound and bent over. I called it Quasimoto and stuck it unceremoniously into the ground.
It grew slowly and the first year produced blossoms which promptly fell off. Year two and it has gotten to about 7 feet ( a shrimp by papaya standards). Now it has produced many blossoms and they are all turning into papayas. I expect a bountiful harvest. Isn't that good news ?
The bad news-- I hate papayas. Never has a more tasteless fruit been produced by mother nature.
Next I will thrill my readers with the heart warming story about our beans and tomatoes.
3 comments:
Papayas are not my favorite fruit in the world either. Bear in mind, however, that a sprinkle of sugar or a dribble of honey and a splash of lemon juice turns it into quite a tasty treat.
The people of Thailand and Laos make a most delicious salad out of shredded green papaya.
I assure you it is one of the tastiest things I've ever eaten. And it tastes nothing like the ripe fruit.
Which, I must admit, is one of my favorites.
Good news - I LOVE papayas! Save some for me!
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