A Cherimoya! A What? A Cherimoya!

I started my day off with a quick trip to the gym (lame workout, but I am still glad I went), a coffee run to my nearest Starbucks, and then a stop at ye ole grocery store.  I haven't done groceries in a long time! I've been surviving on bread, tuna, a gigantic zucchini bought at a farm stand near The Boyfriend's house last week, and coffee for a while now (bad idea).  


Anyway, I saw this beautiful thing in the "exotic" fruits section of the store and I just had to get it.

It's called A Cherimoya!

There's really no other way to say it (or write it) other than "A Cherimoya!"

Here is what it looks like-

Now, I grew up in Mexico, so I'm no stranger to fruits that are considered "exotic" around Michigan, such as papaya, mango, maracuya (passion fruit), mamey, etc.  But until today, I didn't know that A Cherimoya! existed.  So I got one.

I got to my apartment and began my analysis.  The first thing I noticed was that it was pleasantly heart-shaped (liking it already).  The next thing was the skin.  The skin of this heart-shaped fruit is like armor, or like crocodile skin.  I grabbed the knife and proceeded to slowly dissect the armored specimen, secretly hoping the inside was a peachy, pinkish color.  It wasn't.  It was just a creamy white.  

It smelled a little pungent. But not in a bad way.  It has big brown seeds shaped like whole almonds, which I removed in order to take a bite.

Now, after all this build-up you're probably expecting me to say that it tasted like heaven sprinkled with rainbows.  Sorry to disappoint you, but no.  It tasted like the child of an orange and a nut.  A Cherimoya! tasted a little bit bitter too.  But not in a bad way.

So, in short, my adventure with A Cherimoya! this morning was a little underwhelming.  But not in a bad way.  

At least now I know what A Cherimoya! tastes like!