feijoas

I had speech therapy with a little girl today while her grandmother watched, knitting. In the kitchen, her mum was baking up a storm. It was pouring down rain outside and inside it was nice and comfy and warm. It's amazing to be let into someone's house like this.

When speech was "all finished," the mum gave me a freshly baked feijoa slice, wrapped in wax paper. ("Slice" is the kiwi term for a dessert bar). Feijoas are a fruit that originate in South America and held in high regard here. They're pronounced with the "j" sound here in NZ. Many people have their own feijoa bushes and they're in season now, at the beginning of winter. Bryce and I are having a hard time getting used to their taste, especially when eaten fresh. In pastries they're easier to handle though.

Bryce was at a cafe the other day with a coworker; they ordered two quince danishes. The woman behind the counter said that there were no more quince available, but how about feijoa danishes? The coworker, without conferring with Bryce, said, "Oh yeah yeah that's fine." Bryce said he made a little inward squeak but couldn't say anything. He said it wasn't bad though :-)