If you ever walk by these in your local market, and don’t stop to pick up a few, you are crazy. I discovered these in Hilo, Hawaii at their Farmer’s market. I didn’t understand what they were, I mean just look at them. They look ridiculous. I feel bad that I judged them by their shell. The lovely market lady saw me staring and judging. She probably could tell what I was thinking, since I don’t cover up when I’m ridiculing something. She popped one open for me, and I haven’t been the same since.
I believe the problem is that they need to ripen on the plant, and unlike a banana, won’t ripen on your kitchen counter. So that would explain why I have never seen them in Minnesota. If I could invent some sort of crazy way to let them ripen on my counter,
I everyone would be excited. Kind of like when people felt the need to hang their bananas on those little hooks on a stand in the 90’s. Remember that? My mom totally had one of those. I wonder where it went.
Rambutans are sort of hairy on the outside and have a little thin peeling that you can run a dull kitchen knife around to open them up. Slide the peeling off and you have a sweet, juicy fruit that has the consistency similar to a grape, but it can get stuck between your teeth, if that makes sense. They have a pit in the middle, and I am under the impression you don’t eat it. It seems to big to eat anyway.
Apparently they are in season here in Hong Kong, and I almost pooped my pants when I saw them at the market. I was so excited that I snapped some up, and forced fed them to my fella. I put them in the fridge (like I do with everything) so the color got a bit darker, but they were still so lovely and refreshing. Mmm. I have fat kid disorder and couldn’t be bothered with a napkin, I just let the juices run down my arm. I think the fella was a tad horrified but unsurprised by my un-lady-like eating skills.
If you’ve just been passing by these suckers at the market, stock up on napkins and floss, grab a bunch of these and enjoy. Happy Aloha Friday!