Two years, two kids, and everything made from scratch in Havana, Cuba -- where rum is aplenty but everything else is not! Follow my adventures feeding my family...
The exterior of the anon is like no other fruit and brings to my mind the shell of a turtle, though the texture is like that of a very mushy banana. When it ripens, the fruit begins to bubble and split open, revealing a custardy white flesh specked with black, watermelon-like seeds.