I can’t believe there was ever a time when I actually thought I liked feijoas. My eyes have been opened. Now I realise they are the most disgusting fruits on the planet. No wonder the birds don’t eat them. Can I really have been looking forward to feijoa season? Surely not. I must have been mad. If I never see another one again I’ll be happy. If I say I’m going to plant another tree this year, please stop me.
