That, pictured above of course, is called a dragon fruit. Will and I were at Whole Foods the other day and it caught his eye. “Daddy, Daddy!” he said, “Let’s get one of those!” The fact that I of course immediately wanted to get one of these things too says something about the differences between the way that Annette and I grocery shop. When she saw it when she came home from work, she asked what the hell it was, and said there’s no way that she would have bought the thing. For Annette, grocery shopping is an errand, a chore; for Will and I, it’s an adventure.
Anyway, we all had a hunk of it for breakfast the other day. This one weighed maybe a half-pound and fit comfortably in the palm of my hand. It had the texture of a kiwi, and tasted like one sort of, but it wasn’t near as sweet as a kiwi. To me, it seemed kind of bland, almost celery-like in flavor, with a hint of fruit flavor and also, oddly enough, a hint of pepper. It was a worthwhile grocery adventure, but I don’t think dragon fruit are going to become a regular in our household.