Fejoias

Saturday 8.35pm

Funky little fruits these, piled in a bowl they remind me of a whole lot of cartoon mice with their fat bodies and little ears. Their colour is incredible – an intense deep grassy green beneath a veil of misty white. The depth of colour is more than matched by their smell which to me is tropical but slightly alien, like nothing else I have smelt before and yet leaves me strangely unfulfilled because I cannot place the smell anywhere in my past. Or is it perhaps because of their taste ? This I cannot get used to. I keep trying them, cutting them in half and scooping out the squashy insides with a teaspoon - and every time it strikes me as more like something from the Bodyshop, something to be worn not eaten.

But the fruity sirens just keep calling to me, and I cannot resist.