Imagine then my surprise when two days later what appears on my desk at work, but another specimen of the exact same fuschia fruit! My friend Steve had very generously bought me one and (having seen my ineptitude with mangoes) took it upon himself to teach me how to eat it.
First he cut it in half, and then he gave me a spoon. It was lovely! It's a surprisingly mellow speckled flesh considering its outside flair. It tastes possibly in the neighborhood of a canned pear, but with a texture a bit softer but comparable to a kiwi.
And, finally, what, prey tell is this amazing entity? It is -- what else? -- a dragon fruit!
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Pray, do tell us about your ineptitude with mangoes. I thought you had them down pat. (I'll bet there's a story to go along with it.)
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