Today the children had mommy for breakfast. Well, actually, they had Mamey, which is pronounced “mommy” in English or “may may” in Spanish. This is all according to Esperanza, the woman from whom I buy my fruits and vegetables each day.

Any time I see something I don’t recognize, I ask her what it is and, sometimes (to my children’s chagrin), I buy it. Here is a Mamey:

It is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. It sort of has the consistency of a baked sweet potato, but is much sweeter with a slight melon-y flavor. Sam choked his down. Iris ate one bite and Julia refused to try it. I tried it plain, with lime, with salt and in a smoothie. The smoothie is the way to go. I probably won’t buy another. There are rumors that the seed, boiled in water, has hallucinagenic properties. Intriguing…