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Tropical Diary: Post #257TF (Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned)
Thursday, June 4, 2009

I couldn't help myself, really. I pass her every day on my morning walk with my wife. And she is too beautiful to resist this time of year ... laden with fruit ... those leathery-skinned brown orbs so ripe they are pinkish-red. Already, I had tropical fruit on my mind, having passed a big tree of ripe mangoes just a block before. "Take me!" screamed the lychee fruit, hanging from the tree. "Eat me! ... NOW!"

It was obvious the owner didn't appreciate her. All that fruit, ignored! And if you've eaten lychees before you can understand why I couldn't resist.

"Eat me!" she screamed again.

At home, later, I cleansed my sticky fingers of the evidence.

3 Comments:

Scott said...: You'll have to help me on this one. To date, my only experience with lychees has been that gelatinized "snack" we bought at the Mercado Gigante and snarfed down like a jello shot. I hope the real deal is better.; June 4, 2009 9:15 AM
Deborah Sharp said...: Guess we're both going to be doing time for tropical fruit theft. Hope they serve lychees in the slammer.

And yes, Scott, the real deal is far, far better than the slimy snack version, which always reminds me of a sweet oyster. Ewwww.; June 4, 2009 10:25 AM
Ad Hudler said...: I agree with Deborah: the real fruit is NOTHING like the flavored crap.. it's like comparing heirloom tomatoes to cheap ketchup.
FYI: lychee martini
Shake and pour: gin or vodka, some pureed lychee nuts and a squeeze of lemon.; June 4, 2009 4:09 PM