Tropical Fruit in Winter

There’s something almost wrong about eating tropical fruit in an English Winter 

I walked past the independent grocery shop on the way to the train station earlier and some lovely sweet chestnuts caught my eye 🌰 as I was filling my paper bag with them, so fat and delicious, I noticed the small box of lychees right next to them. 

I almost didn’t get them, but lychees are my favourite tropical fruit (that I know of) and I wanted some as soon as I saw them. 

Quite an impractical train snack, but after a complicated set up of paper towels and a plastic sandwich bag, I was happily breaking into the rough outer shell (which as far as I know, you peel a bit like a boiled egg) and eating the delicious juicy fruit inside. I don’t know what lychees are like in a tropical country, as I have heard, and have experienced that fruit tastes way better when it’s fresh from the tree in the sun, but these were incredibly sweet, the inside of the ripened sides was a beautiful blush colour. They’re definitely a fruit my dad would say isn’t worth eating as the beautiful glossy pit/seed is quite big, and the fruit, with a texture similar to a grape, isn’t considerable around the outside. But in my mind they’re more than worth it. For £4 something I had a bag of chestnuts and a bag of lychees, which was a nice little treat. I wish I could eat the chestnuts on the train. 

I was so enamoured with my lychees I forgot to take any photos of them, but I’ve provided a picture of some choice sweet chestnuts 🌰