Happy Friday the 13th! Last week, a coworker and I devised a plan to dress up in black today and order Hell’s Pizza for lunch. Almost everyone at work agreed to join in so it must have been a good idea. Hope you enjoy yourself a kooky-fun day too!
Today’s slightly morbid, semi-gory post is in response to this post.
“Way, way back in the late ’80s, a young boy at Glenholme Primary School in Rotorua, New Zealand accidentally slammed his fingers in the classroom door. I will never forget it because he also happened to be holding a tamarillo at that precise moment.
The horrific tamarillo mess will be forever etched into my mind. As the news spread that someone had squished their fingers in the door, the fact that he was also holding a tamarillo dropped away. To our active imaginations, it was finger guts that bloodied the classroom entrance.”
Until I shared my tamarillo memory, I didn’t realise that tamarillo were uncommon in other parts of the world. A little research suggests that it is is known elsewhere as the tree tomato or the Dutch eggplant. A wiki entry suggests that tamarillo is a unique commercial name here in New Zealand.
Eva in particular wanted to know what the tamarillo looks like cut and also, what does it taste like? Well, I hope the photos show how it looks like cut and the scooped out and smashed fruit convinces you how gory the fruit can look.
How does it taste? A little sweet, quite tart but the main flavour is a mouth filling, saliva enticing savoury. The Koala said that he eats it with a sprinkling of sugar but I never did. It would a great one for experimenting and cooking with. I only had two so we ate them “raw”.
Oh and there’s also this horrifying photo of a rabbit eating a cherry. I thought it should probably go here. I don’t claim to own this picture (because I don’t) but I think it’s
suitably fruitably gory.