Isidro slices open a torete fruit with a small knife. His wife, Maria, breaks the two halves of the spiky round ball into pieces, handing one to her grandson and another to Yorlenis and me. “Los ninos son debiles,” she says. “Quieren café con azucar. “Cuando era chica, comí esta, nada mas,” she says in that familiar When I…… Continue reading What’s That Fruit: Torete
Zapote is most delicious on the coast, where juice vendors slice and scoop it right in front of you, and whirl it around in a battery-powered blender with milk (and mounds of sugar unless you stop them).
For a girl who grew up with apples and green grapes in her lunchbox, this level of sweet-and-sour wasn’t in my mouth’s vocabulary. It’s kind of worth getting excited about.