Fructose...the sugar of the gods

I had the pleasure of ingesting a most fabulous mango today. It's one of those fruits that you just can't be lady-like while eating. I sat there hunched over, trying not to drip on my dress or feet and all the while smearing juices on my face. Also, I had strings of said fruit hanging from my teeth. It's just not one of those kinds of foods that you want to be eating around certain company.
While in Thailand we had the joy of being introduced to some of the most interesting fruits in existence. By interesting, I mean gross. Now durian must have been created as a joke because it smells like feet that had been wrapped in a plastic bag for a month, and then placed in a hot climate. It tastes like feet might after they had been wrapped in a hot plastic bag for a month, and it's consistency is like porridge. Now, that's just not the way that fruit is supposed to be! There was another fruit that I only know the Thai name for. Mamaung. Hanging off the bottom of this juicy mess was a pleasant surprise. The highly enjoyable cashew nut. Now, the fruit itself wasn't that good...they made us eat it all the time though, so I would pretend to love it while inwardly despising every bite. But the real joy came when we got to roast and crush the cashew nut and eat to our heart's content!
Anyway, I don't think I knew it was possible to write so much about fruit. Now I do. There may be many more entries to come concerning what I eat and how much I like it. But then again, there might not be...