Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Quarantine

The quarantine section at arrivals in Sydney is bigger and scarier looking than customs. They don't want in what they don't want in, and that applies as much to what's in your bag as to who's carrying it. But once you get in, you can find things that you can't bring back to the US.

I had my first non Gros Michel banana yesterday. The Gros Michel is what we all eat, the USA Today of bananas, inoffensive, ubiquotous (at least once) yet loved by very few. It was short and stump, a tad firmer than the Gros Michel, but a good bit sweeter.

The real treat was the Corella pear. The Corella parrot, found in the Royal Botanical Gardens, is it's namesake, perhaps once having parroted, name a pear after me, name a pear after me, and it's unique to Australia. It costs 20% more than the local boscs, but for that little less change in your pocket, you get to chew longer. The skin takes some chewing, but the real treat, and like most treats it shouldn't be abused, is what's inside the skin. It's super sweet, and tastes a little like Boston in the morning, which is a Dunkin Donuts coffee prepared the way they do when you let them.



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