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Monday, February 22, 2010
This is our papaya tree.
It sits in the front Zen garden (and cat box).
I planted it from seed approximately a year and a half ago. We have finally harvested two fruits! The first one I blended with vanilla ice cream, a banana and milk. It was delicious. The second one we ate like fruit, though it tasted more like candy. The third fruit is almost ripe.
This was grown from a local Yucatecan papaya seed. It is not a seedless variety and I have no idea why it has no seeds. It was delicious though, and the tree is still healthy and sprouting new fruits.
Since the early 70's when I first started traveling through Mexico, I tried to like papaya. To me it tasted like my dad's stinky feet. Although I have never chewed on my dad's feet, my brothers used to have sniffing contests.....and I was put off papaya (among other things) forever. Or so I thought. I spent over 20 years in Hawaii and came to love papaya. The best Hawaiian variety is called strawberry papaya; it's the cream of the crop! It's colorful and sweet like the papaya pictured above and not at all reminiscent of my dad. I planted two batches of papaya seed at the same time last year, but unfortunately the strawberry papaya seeds I brought from Guatemala didn't fruit. Or did they?