My New Favorite Fruit

When I was a kid my mom and I would walk by the tropical/exotic fruit section of the supermarket and experiment with fruit that we had never seen before.  I loved the way star fruit looked.  Actually I really loved the name :o).  I remember getting a star fruit from the store but having no idea how to eat it.  I think we peeled off all the skin and cut it in slices. LOL.  By then there wasn't much fruit left to eat.

I met my friend the star fruit again on vacation with Hubby in Jamaica.  We were at a friend's house and they had a star apple (or fruit as we Americans call it) tree in their yard.  Hubby picked a couple of ripe ones and just started eating them like, well, like apples.  I also started eating some like apples and it was much easier to enjoy this way.  They taste tart but in a sweet way.  Kind of like lemonade with just a little sugar, but in a tropical way - if that makes any sense?

Here in the states I buy them ever so often (they are pretty expensive) but I have been lucky enough that my organic produce delivery service has started carrying them for a much better price than the local supermarket.  The only thing I do (after washing) is cut the edges of the star points off and enjoy.  A just loves them too!  I can't wait until we live in the Caribbean and can enjoy this treat on a regular basis.

New Year’s Resolution

Happy Belated New Year everyone, I hope last year was as productive and enjoyable as you hoped it would be and that next year will be even better. At New Year’s dinner this year when everyone was declaring their resolutions for 2011 I found myself at a complete loss. Be a good mother? Exercise more? Eat better? No, those all rang cliché to me and not a “new” goal. I know that this year is going to be a tumultuous one, having just given birth the week before to a beautiful baby girl, E, and with the prospect of an international move on the horizon and everything that goes along with that. It seemed unrealistic to expect to achieve anything more ambitious than survival.


That being said, after a couple of days of contemplation I decided that my resolution this year would be to keep up appearances. It may seem vain and superficial but looking good makes me feel more confident and I know that even though they shouldn’t the world judges people based on looks. I don’t want to be one of those women people feel sorry for because they’re always wearing pajamas. I don’t want to be martyr mom who takes care of everyone but themself. That’s okay, I don’t need that cross to bare.

I recently had a fashionista friend help me audit my wardrobe and while she decided that I should keep my collection of T-shirts, they were relegated to the category of workout clothes. Ha! They were the lynchpins of my daily mom uniform.