We had the chance to be wildly adventurous recently when I found a batch of bright pink DRAGONFRUIT. I mean, seriously, naming a fruit “dragonfruit” automatically skyrockets it into a sub-super-hero status…so cool.
So our planned after school snack of wicked-awesome-dragon-fruit is planned and the kids are all fired up about it. As a mom, I’m secretly thinking, “Bwahaha…my kids are fired up about fruit…yes!!” as they enter the house shrieking in excitement and joking that they’re going to eat a dragon!!
Opening it up, we are rewarded with the creamy white flesh and what appears to be star constellations formed inside. Totally amazing. I’ve got visions of bringing in dragon fruits for Austin’s class to let the kids try…
Followed immediately by questioning looks to me…looks that said, “Uh, what happened to our fruit? It tastes of unflavored grits with the texture of very ripe kiwi.” I returned the questioning look too as it took me by surprise as well. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly involved something that one could describe as “a flavor.” Apparently in my research, I had found out how to eat the fruit but not that the fruit would not actually taste like anything.
I’m not knocking the dragon fruit. It scores big points in looking awesome. It is like looking at a tall glass of pink lemonade only to find out it’s just water with a few drops of food coloring in it. We’ll call the flavor “anticlimactic.”
So we moved on to oranges, and left the dragon fruit to supply fiber and vitamin C to our morning smoothie…which it did, as well as leaving it sufficiently devoid of flavor in spite of the banana and mango that no one drank much of the shake either…lol.
Well, that’s what an adventure is all about, isn’t it?!