It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had a random, never-seen-before, questionable looking fruit shoved in my face, but last night it happened again.
It was almost as if Carlos went out of his way to find me and ask me if I had ever had a zapote before.
“A za what?” I said
His eyes lit with excitement as he realized he would be the one to serve this gringa her first zapote ever.
And for good reason because it was so tasty. It was this tender, not-too-sweet fruit that tasted expensive and classy JUST like a fig yet soft and hearty like a cooked squash. I truly thought that I had seen and tasted all that there is to offer in Fila Naranjo after 16 months of living here, but this land is still full of surprises.