If you're lucky enough to have seen the Italian documentary Lampedusa, you know about the importance of passión. Every time I think of passionfruit (aka maracuyá), I think of the boy in the movie. As he explains what goes in to building and mastering a slingshot, he reveals the most important element: passion. That's what nom is all about.
Passionfruit may look like you cracked open an alien and found a pile of slimy orange frog eggs, but the instant that slurpy goodness hits your tongue, and zaps you out of you troglodytic semi-consciousness, you become aware. Aware that this fruit is electric. Aware that your world is humming with an electric tang. As you crunch through the thin seeds, the thin glass keeping you from feeling your live presence in this sea of electrons shatters. That is passión.
Nom on.
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