All alone at home,
watching tv, switching channels, making passes at boring shows and I suddenly remembered that Jack was in the kitchen. If you’re thinking of a man, fegeddit! No, that’s not my husband’s nickname.
It’s Jack, the fruit!
Bought them from a nearby supermarket after sending the little girl to the babysitter’s. A little disappointed with them cause they were not as tender as the ones I was usually used to. They’re firm, a little too firm. Ate a few and decided to return Jack back into the fridge.
I think I should just stick to apples, papayas and guavas until I can find Jack’s softer flesh.