It Figures

It's Feijoa season here in New Zealand. If you have never eaten a feijoa, then I recommend that you try one. The awesome thing about New Zealand is that fruit trees just grow all over people's yards and gardens here. And feijoa trees are one of the many. And the fruit is good.

Tonight Becks and I were sitting around our lounge floor (we call living rooms "lounges" here, Americans), eating a pile of feijoas. I thought to myself that they must be very healthy, because... well, they are fruit. And they're kind of sour, so they can't have much sugar. They are a little gritty on the edges, and you eat the seeds, so they must be high in fiber. And they grow in people's yards, right next to the lemons and mandarins, so of course they must have lots of vitamin C. The logic, as you can see, is mind-blowing. Whatever. The main point is that I was very proud of my pile of fruit, and so I decided to find out the exact degree of health that I was showering upon my stomach.

Here's the thing: I think they are not unhealthy, for the most part. But the vitamin C level was kind of disappointing. And allegedly there is no fiber. And also, feijoas actually contain fat. What the heck? I mean, like a gram of fat. That seems like a lot to me, for a fruit that is not an avocado. I'm kind of mad that I looked up the feijoa nutrition content, because I really would prefer to just continue to feel self-righteous in my feijoa eating. Now it's ruined. But I still like them, don't worry.

What was the point of this story again? Hmmm... Maybe that it's time for bed. Even though I got an extra hour of sleep today, because daylight savings ended in NZ last night. Yay! Best day of the year! But I should still go to bed. Good night!

P.S. 8 days...