N° 62: 'til it be roten'

late bloomers of the fruit and human variety

Good morning. Long time, no see.

Let’s start with a slow-ripening fruit, then we’ll get to the humans.

To my American ear, bletted medlars sounds like a slur an Irish grandmother might hiss, but it in fact describes the super-ripe state (bletted) of an ancient and once very popular, fruit (the medlar).

I’ve never tasted a medlar, or even seen one in person…