This year I splurged and ordered a ridiculously expensive "Farmers Choice" selection of summer fruit from Frog Hollow Farms (link below). So, every week or two, a box of fruit shows up at my office. So far, there have been cherries, and several varieties of peaches and nectarines, most of which have been very good, and some of which have been extraordinary.
This morning, however, the UPS person delivers a Frog Hollow box marked "Flavor King Pluots." Cool. Well, anyway, it gets to be around five p.m., and lunch, ample as it was, is quickly receding in the rear view mirror, so I figure I'll sample one of these pluots (just to tide me over, you understand).
Anyway, I cracked open the box and pulled out one of the pluots. It was sort of on the dark purple side, and a bit wrinkled on the top; frankly, it didn't look like anything all that special. Well, I'm an idiot! Amazing doesn't even begin to capture it. This damn pluot was transcendent. Understand, I spent years living in the tropics; I've eaten fresh, tree-ripened mangos, but I've never tasted anything like this. This pluot had a concentrated sugary sweetness and stunningly intense summery plum flavor that was just mind blowing. I know this must sound hyperbolic and exaggerated, but I've never tasted a piece of fruit this wonderful before. I'm sitting here, staring at this damn box of pluots, with like eight pluots left in it, and I kind of don't know what to do. Part of me wants to try another one to see if maybe the first was just some sort of freak experience, but part of me wants to hoard them and dole them out as slowly as possible. Maybe I should order a bunch more. I don't know.
Sorry, I'm rambling. I'm not sure if the piece of fruit I just ate is representative of these Frog Hollow pluots as a whole, but if it is, I may have to buy boxes for everyone in my family, all my friends, and several more for myself. Unbelievable, really.