Got a bag of mixed dried fruit a while back to "spice" up the morning muesli, and every once in a while bit into something tasting like sugared shoe leather that has just been cleaned with one of those anti-odor sneaker sprays. After a couple of times I got convinced that the kiwifruits are at fault, whereas D had the same issue, but claimed to have specifically tasted the kiwi bits, and that those were completely fine. So side-mission of breakfast today: pick out a selection of fresh (can you actually call a dried thing that or not, I wonder) kiwi pieces from the original bag, split every single one into two so we could both taste each, and determine, what the heck is going on. (And arrange them by coloration into a neat arch on the plate, because why not..)
Golden kiwis, as compared to the green versions, have always been the holy grail: sweeter, fruity, more expensive, elusive and come with a definite lack of feeling like one would get licking a hairy doormat. Well, turns out that exceptions exist - all the greenish pieces of this particular mix were completely fine, while all the white-yellowish ones were absolutely terrible.
What on earth got into me that I picked up a kiwi-filled mochi from the shop just a few hours later, I really couldn't say. There is just no way anyone could think this is a good combination. And yes, it really-really wasn't.
Forward another couple of hours, and the first episode of the randomly-watched-as-background-noise gameshow featured someone eating a kiwi with the peel. The second episode had a picture of a kiwi blown up to the size of a melon and vice versa. Switching to a sailing gp video didn't help much either, because one of the competing teams happened to be from New Zealand, who are, of course, called.. guess what.
Cheers,
Hedi
