My favourite fruit is the feijoa. It’s a small green fruit that when cut open has a “clear gelatinous seed pulp and a firmer opaque flesh”. When I was a kid, I could eat a dozen in a single sitting.
Feijoas are only grown in a few countries, and sadly they don’t grow here in the UK. And for the past 10 years, I haven’t been in New Zealand during feijoa season.
My parents told me this weekend that they’d just planted five feijoa trees in their garden. Their plan is to make feijoa jam each year, and to get me a few jars so I can have a little bit of home and my favourite fruit all year round.
It’s nice to hear an “I love you,” but sometimes love is five feijoa trees.