The inside of a ripe soursop is white juicy goodness. Really juicy. Maybe that's how "sop" got in the name. In Puerto Rico, the only other place I've eaten them, soursop is known as guanábana. My grandparents would buy enormous guanábanas at roadside fruit stands and reduce them to dripping piles of sloppy, sweet slugde. These personal-sized guanábanas are much more manageable, but there will always be place in my heart for those piles of sweet sludge.
Micaela and Peter's adventures in Hawaii...and now, Australia.
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2 comments:
Oh, man, my mouth is watering for sour sop.
when i was studying in costa rica we used to sing "guanabana" to the tune of the muppets' menamena.
guanabana doodoodoodoodoo...
that is going to be stuck in your head ALL DAY.
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