I have bittersweet (literally) memories of this yellow-coloured fruit. I vaguely remember about a month or so back when Papa and Mama introduced this fruit to me. It was delightfully sweet and definitely oh so much better than my perilous porridge. My smiley reactions only prompted more and more finger-fuls of banana.No more than an hour later, I had a bad case of vomiting it all out. Sigh. I guess this could be another fine example of every rose having thorns…
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