Have you ever wondered about people who look at a spike filled mass that smells like dirty gym socks, and then say, “I’m going to eat that!”? We are those people.
Before the craziness of painting the pot house began (read about that adventure here), I decided to go on a short foodie tour of Chinatown with my kids. What could be better than dim sum, tapioca tea and fortune cookies?!
Yep, that sweaty-gym-sock smelling fruit was worth the effort of traversing the busy streets of San Fransisco’s Chinatown on a Saturday afternoon in the middle of a scorching hot summer.
I mean, who could NOT be curious about this razor sharp, death-warmed over smelling beast of a tropical fruit??
We carried it through San Francisco, onto BART and into my grandmother’s kitchen (Because that’s what you do when you’re not sure about something, haha).
I whipped out a cutting mat and a big honking meat cleaver, then I took everyone outside and we whacked that thing open. I was waiting for the pungent smell to overwhelm our senses. It didn’t, though. I don’t know if we got a less ripe fruit or what, but I wasn’t complaining.
We found that the fruit was separated into pods. Unfortunately, each pod needed to be opened individually, which put my hands at risk of being sliced by the spikes on multiple occasions. It was worse than being attacked by my roses. Yeesh.
The older kids were tasked with scraping the creamy, off-white, custard looking fruit out of the skin. They kept trying to smell it, but we all agreed, it wasn’t THAT bad. Maybe we were already used to the smell of sweaty boys and their unfortunate gym socks? Who knows.
We got a slight whiff of the off-putting perfume every now and then, but it wasn’t going to stop us! Each one of us took a small spoonful of the creamy fruit, and tested it with the tips of our tongues before downing it.
The texture was smooth and creamy, and it tasted sweet which was kinda weird for a fruit that smelled like steaming piles of poo as my grandmother described it. Was it good enough that I would ever buy it again? No. However, I wouldn’t refuse it if it were offered to me while traveling.
The jackfruit on the other hand, was our favorite!! I would buy that time and time again.
Until next time!