Guayava

I've now written three posts in two days, which even in my own estimation is a bit obsessive. I think this blog is going to be not all unlike getting a new puppy. They're pretty exciting at first and you give them lots of attention, but then after a while they're just not cute or novel enough to maintain your initial enthusiasm.

I do, actually, have a very good reason for this new addition. Not more than a half an hour ago I ate a guayava. And ... ? Well, that's it. I ate a guayava. I think it was for the first time in more than 10 years. I remember eating them like candy when I was a kid in Colombia. Even so, those weren't quite the same as the one I had today. First off, the ones I picked when I was a kid ranged in size from golf balls to ... well, something a little bigger than a golf ball. But today's guayava--I kid you not-- was like a softball in size! I felt like an Israelite spying out Canaan for the first time. (The grapes I've seen thus far here, however, are nothing to get excited about ... in case you were wondering.)

The second difference between today's guayava and those of my childhood: No worms. Well, at least none you can see. I was half expecting at every bite to feel one squirming on my tongue as I so fondly recall being a norm in Colombia. I was a bit disappointed. I remember distinctly what they felt like. Small, they were, and white - their texture being that of industrial grade, 40-grit sandpaper. ("... 40-grit sandpaper" ... I sound like a carpenter, a real man's man. I actually had no idea how sandpaper was graded until I Googled it just a minute ago; don't let my writing fool you.)

Okay, I suppose that's enough for now. But if I see an anaconda or eat turtle eggs any time soon, you can expect I'll be writing some more.