What’s the point of having friends if they don’t give you stuff? And what’s the point of having friends who go to exotic places if they don’t come back bearing food treats?
My pal Mariette returned from Sao Paolo with a box of Banana Passa:
which I imagined would be insanely sweet but they aren’t – they’re justvery sweet, but also very chewy, and somehow the effort of chewing means that you don’t get the sweetness all in one burst, which suited me fine.
And then my pal Jason showed up, back from Normandy with a bag of apples, mostly cider apples I think – and they’re great – not all the same variety – some very sour indeed some only semi-sour.
He also produced a bottle of Normandy cider – demi-sec it says on the label, which he says is the main reason he decided to move to Normandy. It was very fine, but I wouldn’t have complained if it had been a little sourer.