Some of you may have figured this out about me already by the comments I leave on your blogs. I am not a master chef. Boiling an egg—don’t ask. Now, this doesn’t mean that I don’t love food. I do. I really do. But most of the time, I really don’t know what I’m ordering at restaurants, especially in different countries
Since moving to London, I’ve been trying to sample new types of foods here. I still haven’t been adventurous enough to attempt haggis yet. That one may be further down the road.
Last night the better half brought home what I believe is a piece of fruit, but I don’t know for sure. At first I thought it might be a fig, but then I googled images of figs and it doesn’t look exactly like them. There are similarities, but not a perfect match. You can’t tell by the photo, but when I pick it up, it feels extremely light. No density whatsoever. The smell reminds me of a fruit that I enjoyed in the Dominican, but surprise, surprise, I can’t remember the name. I promised I wouldn’t cut it open until tonight, so I can’t show you the inside of it yet. Can you guys help me out?