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random fruit
Jun. 3rd, 2011 10:08 pmLast weekend we found out that we had a feijoa tree. We discovered this when we came home to find our neighbour picking lots of them. Most were hanging over her side of the fence, and we weren't that fazed about the ones that weren't - not least because she prunes the tree for us. We also discovered that on the weekend, heh.
I had no idea we had a feijoa tree, nor even what feijoas looked like up to that point. To be perfectly honest I don't think I'd even noticed fruit on that tree at all. It's in the corner of the block and obviously I don't look there very often. Also feijoas are green, and so blend in with the foliage, unlike, say, peaches, which I definitely notice. (Also I know what peach trees look like. And apricot. And apple. And plum. And lemon. And nectarine. And fig. And olive. And kiwifruit, although that's actually a vine more than a tree. You can tell what's figured in my previous houses and upbringing here.)
The discovery of the feijoas did at least explain why I'd seen a couple of people scuttling away from that corner of the block (it's at the street front) the previous weekend. Apparently half the neighbourhood knows we have this tree and sneaks up to pick fruit off it when they think we're not looking. Fortunately they can't get to the back bit, so we scabbed all of that.
Then of course we had to work out what to do with it. At the moment we're leaning towards apple and feijoa muffins, which sound nice and which Dean can make while I write this essay (hopefully). There's also feijoa tart and feijoa jelly. All of which sound interesting, if slightly bizarre. At some point I should probably find out how to pronounce the fruit name accurately as well, if only so I can offer people muffins. I'll let you know how they go.
I had no idea we had a feijoa tree, nor even what feijoas looked like up to that point. To be perfectly honest I don't think I'd even noticed fruit on that tree at all. It's in the corner of the block and obviously I don't look there very often. Also feijoas are green, and so blend in with the foliage, unlike, say, peaches, which I definitely notice. (Also I know what peach trees look like. And apricot. And apple. And plum. And lemon. And nectarine. And fig. And olive. And kiwifruit, although that's actually a vine more than a tree. You can tell what's figured in my previous houses and upbringing here.)
The discovery of the feijoas did at least explain why I'd seen a couple of people scuttling away from that corner of the block (it's at the street front) the previous weekend. Apparently half the neighbourhood knows we have this tree and sneaks up to pick fruit off it when they think we're not looking. Fortunately they can't get to the back bit, so we scabbed all of that.
Then of course we had to work out what to do with it. At the moment we're leaning towards apple and feijoa muffins, which sound nice and which Dean can make while I write this essay (hopefully). There's also feijoa tart and feijoa jelly. All of which sound interesting, if slightly bizarre. At some point I should probably find out how to pronounce the fruit name accurately as well, if only so I can offer people muffins. I'll let you know how they go.
