I always used to say eating perssimon’s felt like eating snot, not that I’ve ever been one to eat snot.
They are in season here and I am actually giving them another chance, but they still gross me out!
Strangely enough my cousin gave me a case of prickly pears last week, they are in season too. The famous ‘bastardone’ are the last of the fichi of the summer and they are big and juicy as they get all the autumn rains, so I’m really enjoying them too! I always think of my Nonni whenever I eat them. My husband peels them, I wouldn’t know hot to peel them either.
Love fichi d’india. As a child back in Sicily I sometimes had too many, much to my discomfort, which you have alluded to in this fine piece. My mother’s solution was olive oil given orally and, more drastically, applied ‘locally’ as a form of lavaggio.
I love your description of the khaki as "mucosy texture" - that really nails it!
The prickly pair i love - i associate it with my father peeling it (i have never ever peeled one). I love all colours.
I went on a diet once and there was a lot of cauliflower in it. I didn't mind it.
Thanks so much Jo.
I always used to say eating perssimon’s felt like eating snot, not that I’ve ever been one to eat snot.
They are in season here and I am actually giving them another chance, but they still gross me out!
Strangely enough my cousin gave me a case of prickly pears last week, they are in season too. The famous ‘bastardone’ are the last of the fichi of the summer and they are big and juicy as they get all the autumn rains, so I’m really enjoying them too! I always think of my Nonni whenever I eat them. My husband peels them, I wouldn’t know hot to peel them either.
I don’t mind a bit of cauliflower these days.
Thanks for sharing!! Love to hear about it all!
Thanks, happy to hear you are enjoy it!
Love fichi d’india. As a child back in Sicily I sometimes had too many, much to my discomfort, which you have alluded to in this fine piece. My mother’s solution was olive oil given orally and, more drastically, applied ‘locally’ as a form of lavaggio.
Thanks Rochelle.
I’ve grown to love fichi d’india, like I said in the post, I’ve just been persistently trying them and now I enjoy them.
My now dearly departed father in law once ended up in hospital after eating 30 of them! A painful lesson to learn, I imagine.
Some one once told me in France they will eat a couple of fichi to help them go to the toilet.
I guess all of those pips must be too much for the digestive system to process when you over do it.