I went crazy today and bought a bunch of hideously overpriced tropical fruits at the grocery store. I did avoid the dragon fruit, which they dared to peddle at $7.99 EACH, but something about the guavas was calling out to me, seducing me. Their aroma instantly brought me back to my summer in Costa Rica and Colombia, lolling on the beach, sipping fresh fruit shakes from carts on the street... but now that I have them at home with me, I'm at an impasse. I sliced one up, took a mouthful, and very nearly damaged every single one of my teeth. Somehow, I allow this to happen to me every few years. It's like my memories for tropical fruits last only so long before the slate is wiped clean. Then, out of the blue one day (that would be today), bubbles pop in my head as I stand in front of the guavas and decide it's a great idea to take some home with me. Laura, guavas aren't worth the trouble. They're a TEASE. Maybe immortalizing this day in your blog will serve to remind you of this in three years when the guavas flirt with you again from their fragrant little display.