I went to the supermarket yesterday (side-note: supermarket in India is a relative term) and saw these beautiful fruits. At least they looked like fruit. I took them back to the apartment, washed one and ate it. Not so tasty. So, I coaxed my friend Lauren into trying it; she’s not fond of it either.
I take one to the Institute and asked Pandu (It took three weeks, but he and I are good buddies now). He looks at it and says, “This is a date. It’s not ripe. Don’t eat it.”
Too late I say…