Day 27: I don’t think I ever tasted mango or avocado as a kid, and the only kind of pineapple I remember from childhood was from a can. Even for my kids, my cheapness at the grocery store leaves them stuck with apples, oranges, and bananas for most of the year—berries, grapes, and avocados from Aldi when they’re in season, but that’s about it. 🍎🍊🍌

When we were in Miami, tropical produce abounded. Bananas grew on trees in people’s yards, and people would have tables in their front yards piled high with avocados from their trees—and a basket to leave money for them in. One friend would show up at work with her surplus of avocados, and we would slice them open, sprinkle a little salt, and dig in. It felt so fancy! 🥑

When we were in Ethiopia before, you could almost always walk to the produce stand and find perfectly ripe mangoes, avocados, and pineapples for similar prices as other produce. Walk back home, chop them up, and you have what felt like a luxurious treat for us. Guacamole? Yes! Pineapple or mango salsa? Absolutely!

In fact when I was pregnant with Pip there, pineapple was one of the only things that sounded good to me a lot of days. So fun fact from 2013, Tim spent a great deal of time cutting up pineapples in Ethiopia for his pregnant wife.🤰🍍

One more small thing that feels like a big gift in this place we’re going to call home. #31daysofcalling #lovesinethiopia