Living in Hong Kong is like rummaging through your great aunt’s attic. It’s eccentric and a little dusty but a little searching brings you great reward and every day a new adventure. Today I found a fruit I have never seen – or tasted – before. The little old woman at the market didn’t know the English name, but it has already replaced the mangosteen as my favorite Asian treat. My daughter has taken to calling it, simply, “that really good fruit.”
My former favorite: