I do. Mostly because they look like dinosaurs, if dinosaurs were made out of fruit.
When I lived in Cincinnati, I could only find them in the grocery store when they ran Cinco de Mayo sales. So, naturally, I figured that when I moved to Southern California it would be cherimoyas as far as the eye could see.
I was wrong. It's been almost three years now, and my first cherimoya sighting was last weekend at the Palm Springs farmers market. I immediately snatched up three of the biggest ones.
I don't do anything fancy with them. I prefer to just slice the fruit in half and eat it with a spoon. It tastes like bananas, pears and mangos all in one creamy, smooth bite -- so doing anything else with the cherimoya would be a waste of the delicate, tropical flavor.
What can I say? I'm a simple girl with simple fruit needs.
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