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Baby Aprium Discovery
We live in a 1952 brick home that sits on a former citrus grove. While the house isn’t really historic, apparently the area, Central Phoenix is. Remember, I’m from California so Arizona isn’t my home state, but as the years are adding up (8 in Phoenix + 4 in Tucson while at college), I’m sensing and happily thinking this state is really where I’ll be calling home.
So remember when I bought the house almost a year ago and I thought I had a grapefruit/lime hybrid tree in my backyard only to find out that they were just baby grapefruits? Yeah, I’m still learning. And also I was told that one tree was a pear tree that didn’t give fruit, and the other was a crab apple only to now discover that one is actually Asian Pear and the other non-fruit bearing tree in fact does bare fruit. In fact, look at these!
They were falling every day. I wondered if they were due to the pesky birds – I practically live in a tree house it seems sometimes, but then I thought, no way. They must be so ripe they are falling off!
So I immediately sent pics to Caroline of Boho Farm and Home, my old mentor and a good friend. She is everything domestic. She even has chickens and they have a chandelier in their coop and I want one too! She told me they were probably apriums, and then the googling began.
And then, I found a recipe online, you can use this recipe with any fruits! I had to ask a lady in the baking aisle where to find heavy cream – Is condensed milk in a can the same? I asked. And I can’t pit a fruit to save my life, either. Hey, I’m learning and maybe you want to learn with me.
Benjamin calls my domestic side “nesting” and “bringing sticks back to the nest” like when I buy new furniture, containers, organizing and cooking at all. Hey, if I’m a bird, he’s a bird.
Diana Elizabeth won’t eat the fruit until it’s cooked. It’s this weird unknown thing she just can’t do it with unfamiliar food. She knows it’s weird.