Now, a few very astute readers may be suspicious that I am recycling an old post. But no, dear readers, guayaba and guanabana are not the same as guaba and guava. (at least in the vernacular used around here). You know, except for like all the letters and stuff. For a refresher on guaba and guava...click here.
Guyaba grow on a tree in our yard, and are a favorite of several kinds of colorful birds and also some impressively large fruit bats. All of this makes it tough to every find a ripe one to actually eat. Which is fine, because the ones in our yard are very tiny and often fairly wormy. There are larger, prettier ones for sale along roadsides at the right times of year. Which it is.
a larger, prettier guayaba |
a tiny guayaba from our yard that is predominately worm-free |
And then there are guanabanas. Most of the guanabanas I find around here are roughly canteloupe sized, but I hear they can be 10 to 15 pounds. I have purchased them before on roadsides, but they're a relatively soft fruit, and don't enjoy rolling around in a vehicle very much. That's important to our story, because in previous taste tests I was never sure how much of the flavor and texture I was experiencing was a result of heat and generally smashing... but the ones I found here, were lovely and perfect.
a lovely guanabana specimen |
some rather battered guanabanas |
Ah texture. Jonathan and I have a friendly running debate about the role of texture in foods. He maintains that texture is not a component of flavor, while I say over-ripe mangoes feel like wet gauze in my mouth and that's nasty.
Texture is definitely something you are going to notice with guanabanas. The family of fruits that they belong to often contain names that include "custard". And if you have been paying much attention you will notice that when things are described as "custard-like" it's usually a nice way of saying "reminds me of eggs and over-aged dairy".
Which brings us to the smell....
Why do so many tropical fruits smell a little bit delicious and a little bit like warm trash cans at an amusement park?
Yep. Again with the custard.
The first bite is surprisingly light and sweet. It reminded me of those really cheap flavored drinks that used to come in flats of plastic bottles with a pasted-on aluminum foil lid. No matter what color you picked, it was labeled "tropical fruit punch" and had this kind of banana-pineapple-lime-plastic- lingers after you've swallowed flavor. It's really rather nice. Although after three or four mouthfulls, I was focused again on the "custardy" qualities and all done with that snack.
The rest of my tasting team, however, loved it.
Two sticky sets of fingers finished that puppy off as fast as I could pick out the seeds.