You know when you need to take a break and escape for an hour or two and just do something for you? Perhaps you lounge in a warm bath, with scented candles and a glass of wine your only companion. Or if you are on Roatan (you sure as heck don’t want to take a warm bath) you lay in a hammock and get lost in your new favorite novel.
Me…well, I write a story. Not one that I have a message to share. Or even one in which I tell you a detail of day-to-day life on a tropical Island in the Caribbean Sea.
Nope, this one is for me, for an hour or two it’s all about something frivolous and fun. It’s all about making myself smile and shake my head wondering why the heck did I take the time to take these pictures…and wait patiently for this perfect moment to post this story.
It makes me happy!
I enjoy eating kiwi fruit. When I still lived in Ontario, Canada I could pick some up anytime I wanted to from my local grocery store, because they were imported all year round. On Roatan, even though I live in the tropics, Kiwi fruit doesn’t grow here. We can get the best bananas, pineapple, guava, mangoes and oranges, to name a few. But kiwi fruit is imported…and not too often. So when I find them at the grocery store on Roatan and they are not covered in fruit flies or too ripe to enjoy, I buy a few.
I used to take a serrated edge knife and as carefully as possible peel off the fuzzy brown skin and then slice the pulpy, delicate jewel green contents. It would always take me longer to peel than to eat, because I would go so slow…determined to not lose any to the peeling process.
Well I know a much better way to eat a kiwi fruit…and I thought perhaps (if you don’t already know this gem of an idea) I’d share with you.
I was at work one day (in my former life) when a co-worker and friend took out a kiwi fruit and a spoon.
I watched in fascination as she used the spoon (a grapefruit spoon works best) to take the top off the kiwi fruit.
She then went on to scoop out the luscious fruit. Popping each spoonful into her mouth.
Until all that remained was the hollow, scraped clean, brown fuzzy skin…I was in awe!
And that is how to eat a kiwi fruit!
The end.
Originally from Ontario, Canada, Genny Ross-Barons moved to Roatan, Honduras in 2007 where she shares a cabana with her husband and island dog Mona in Sandy Bay, Roatan.
She spends her day-to-day life and ‘positive initiatives’ on Roatan, sharing untold stories through her blog ‘Life & Writing, on Roatan’
