This years has brought me several firsts, culinarily (is that a word?) speaking. Elderberries come to mind, as well as homemade mince meat filling; and now: Paw Paws. It seems ironic to me that an indigenous fruit, spread by native Americans, is more foreign to this lifelong Pennsylvanian than the non-native and ubiquitous banana (to which it bears a strong similarity in taste, if not texture). I haven't seen any local banana trees; but then again, I haven't seen any local pawpaw trees either. This may be because I wasn't aware of what to look for. Thanks to my local farmers market, I'm a convert. If I can't find 'em, I'll grow 'em.
|That's one ugly fruit.|
|But oh, so delicious!|