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.
I spend about five to six hours of my week buying food for my family, because in Cuba, there is no one-stop supermarket like Safeway or Whole Foods. Even daring to put the words "Whole Foods" and "Cuba" in the same sentence seems comical, or tragic ... or both...