
During an excursion along the Maury River last Friday, we lit upon a whole "orchard" of wild paw paw trees. The fruit has a pleasant mango/papaya-like flavor. Yet, interestingly enough, it seems to be unappealing to both the mammal and insect kingdoms: not a specimen of it had been touched! We decided at once to load our canoe with as many pieces of fruit as it could hold. Clambering ashore, Robby, Martina and I tossed fruit at Paul while he did his best to catch and deposit them in the boat. Despite the lost samples which floated downstream, we ended up with a fair amount. Even after parceling some off to my parents, Martina, and Robby, we maintained 12 pounds for ourselves (about 80 individual pieces). Now we are enjoying paw paws for breakfast. And paw paws for lunch. And paw paws for supper. This morning, I ate ten. You know, I'm starting to think that if I were a wild animal living on the banks of the Maury, I wouldn't eat paw paw either...