Pawpaws 2015
The pawpaw harvest down along Polecat Creek this year wasn't very good—nothing like the 2013 harvest. Last week, I rode the 4-wheeler down to the bottom to see what I could find.
Consequently, the whole harvest was maybe two dozen, and not all of them were good-sized. This is it:
There are plenty of pawpaw trees, but very few had any fruit. And the fruit had ripened a few weeks earlier this year than in previous years. Maybe the hot summer and the recent dryness had something to do with it.
Even the few pawpaws I could find weren't very big. Some trees didn't have any.
Consequently, the whole harvest was maybe two dozen, and not all of them were good-sized. This is it:
If you've never before eaten a pawpaw, it's a custardy fruit. You cut it in half and spoon out the contents, taking care not to swallow the numerous seeds.
A pawpaw tastes a little like a banana, but a lot better.
Maybe next year we'll have a better harvest.
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Labels: farm, pawpaw, rural life
2 Comments:
Way better than bananas! I despise bananas but I do like paw paws.
I've never eaten a pawpaw, but I know the song "Pickin' Up Pawpaws, Putin' em In the Basket."
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