Day 53 - 2.04.2012

At this time of year, you will often find me with my arse up in the air.  I do this in the front yard, in full view of all neighbours. You see, it is feijoa season, and they are only edible once they fall from the tree.

Approximately 2 kilos fall each day. I find myself endlessly outside, bending at the waist instead of the knees, exposing my bulbous rear end to passers-by. Luckily for viewers, the choice of knicker is rarely a g-string.

The feijoas do pose a minor problem, as I cannot eat all of the produce. Likewise, as they are an acquired taste, people are reluctant to try or adapt to them.

Sure some taste fermented and others bitter, but every now and again you hit feijoa perfection. And don't be fooled by size, bigger does not always equal best. 

Last year I found that supermarkets charged $1.50 per each feijoa! Based on that, I must be eating $10 worth each day.

So if you want some, please come and collect. I'll show you how to pick them up, old ethnic lady style!

PS - Wear a helmet - they hurt when they drop on your head. Oh and don't park under the tree unless you want feijoa dents on your bonnet.