PawPaw Follow Up

A few weeks ago, I wrote about our Pawpaw trees and how much they had grown. The fruit was still firm and hanging on the trees at that time.

Last week, my husband and I went to check them out. Oh my, but we had so many PawPaws all over the place. We gathered what we could carry and took a few to my in-laws and daughter to try. I learned later that my father-in-law filled up a whole box of them. I’m still trying to figure out what the plan was for them. Maybe Pawpaw bread?

I read up on how best to eat them, and we dove right in. I was impressed. They were pretty tasty. But for me, it’s too much trouble to scoop out the seeds and get enough pulp to make something. We ate them raw.

I laughed because the day we ate them, my stepfather, Joe Festerling, showed me an article in the Washington Post about a fellow who came to DC for some conference and decided it would be a lovely gift to bring some Pawpaws back to the Midwest for his new girlfriend. I was amazed that it got a big spread in the paper. But new love is a beautiful story to read about instead of all the sad news we see daily.

If you get the chance to taste this fruit, you try it. Just don’t eat the seeds!