Biting Big, Hairy Fruit

Corey was away for business this weekend. He had to go to State College and tend to some bike shop stuff. Before he left, I got really emotional and huggy because we had just heard the baby's heart beat and I was scared I'd go into labor with him 3 hours away. So perhaps that's why he thought to bring me a present. This:

To me, that looks like a hairy testicle. How could it not? He handed it to me over breakfast and told me to eat it. "Just put it in your mouth and snap through the hide with your teeth," he told me. "Then, suck the fruit off the pit."

This was, evidently, not a joke or a testicle but some obscure fruit he found at Wegmans. It took me a long time and a lot of coercion to put the fruit near my mouth, let alone bite into it. Was it going to be hard? Soft? Hairy?

It was rather like putting a rubber dog toy in my mouth, but the hide of the fruit was sort of pliable. I bit a little hole in it and used my fingers to break the thing open. The inside was white and mushy. I bit it in half and thought there was a nut in the middle, so I just began chewing.

"What are you doing? You're eating the pit!" He told me. I had forgotten about sucking the fruit off the pit. I was just eating the whole thing. So then I had to rummage around in my mouth and extract pit pieces so I could chew and swallow the fruit, which tasted not really sweet, but felt sort of like tapioca pudding made really well.

I would have to say that I really love him for thinking of me when he saw that hairy nutsack of a fruit, and that I'm a little proud of myself for eating something new and strange and really un-white-bread. And I of course love that he brought me a small present, pregnant, swollen, and grumpy beast that I am right now. But I don't need to expand my diet to include that very strange fruit, whatever it was. Give me a popsicle any time.