Paleo Retiree writes:

One of the big pleasures for me of spending a lot of time in SoCal is the availability of cherimoyas, a fruit that looks like a hand grenade, whose flesh tastes like mango-pineapple-vanilla custard, and that was once described by Mark Twain as “the most delicious fruit known to men.” I never run across cherimoyas in NYC, but at the local farmers market out here the other day a least six vendors were selling the fruit. Two things to know about cherimoyas: they don’t travel easily (which helps explain why they’re hard to find, as well as why they’ve never caught on with the large public in the way that, say, papayas and Kiwi fruit have); and, when they’re ripe, dig in pronto. They only stay in their optimum eating state for a day or two.

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• Everything you might want to know about cherimoyas.
• More, from someone who’s as enthusiastic about the fruit as I am.
• We especially like the cherimoyas from this grower. Who’s, OK, also sort of a family friend.
• Here’s a good LA Times article that features a visit with the family’s patriarch. Why hasn’t anyone made an epic film about a cherimoya dynasty? P.T. Anderson, I’m looking at you.
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