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But this week, having carted a paper bag of pawpaws back to Provy from the Cornell Orchards store in Ithaca, I have to say I may love my Agentinian housemate most. I crept into the house all apprehensive, holding my precious pawpaws behind me, wondering if I should bide my time before springing them on her. For those familiar with pawpaws though, you'll know there's no hiding one.
"Is it alright? Do you mind?" I ask. "Because I can stash them beneath my bed and keep my room's door closed. I know they smell quite strongly."
"Oh these smell amazing!" she said, sticking her head into the bag to get a couple of deep whiffs.
And just like that, if this were a romance story, here is where I'd admit to falling in love. How can you not adore someone who shares your reverence for stinky blue cheese and keeps an open mind (and palate) when confronted with an extremely odorous belacan stir-fry?
For homesick Southeast Asians, these pawpaws are the closest thing you can get to fresh durian in the States. When I first spotted the sign, I was confused. Having lived in Australia, the pawpaw I'm familiar with is more akin to the tropical papaya then the mangolike fruit I was greeted with. In terms of smell, though, there is no mistaking it: jackfruit. It's been described as "the scent of rotting onions," and along with the durian and the jackfruit's softer-fleshed cousin cempedak, falls into the "fruit most reviled by Westerners" category. (We, of course, think this "holy trinity" of tropical fruit smell glorious, the way most people feel about the scent of freshly ground coffee.)
How does the flesh taste? The Argentinian roommate found its sweet, creamy flavor "very familiar" but was hard pressed to identify it. Google tells me some people would peg it to a banana, but I reckon the similarity starts and ends with the creaminessand even then, it's a different kind of creamy, more like mango than banana. In truth, the pawpaw probably tastes like a milder, more approachable version of the durian. So for those who have been intrigued by the "king of fruits" but have been hesitant to shell out the big bucks for the real thing, start with the pawpaw. I hear they're cultivated in Ohio and are popular among organic farmers because they attract very few pests. It seems its twigs and bark "show promise in cancer treatment," too, so I'm sure we'll be seeing more of it soon.
For now, I've been homesick for the durian-filled choux pastry puffs and swiss rolls back home and so have been puréeing the last of my pawpaws and adding them to cake batter. The verdict? Delicious, delicious!
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