The most delicious, rich, buttery avocados I’ve ever had were the maaassive ones grown in Jamaica who are bigger than softballs. They are called agricultural pears {locally pronounced “h’agricultural peers.”}
They evidently don’t ship well, so are only locally available, mon. They apparently won’t allow any trees to be grown off The Island, neither, not that I can blame them.
The worst, most boring, disappointing-est, and entirely flavor-free strawberries I ever had came from a roadside farm stand in the vicinity of Ontario, Coliforniyah. My then-BF put one in the palm of his hand and couldn’t even come near closing his fingers around it, they were so gigantic. They also looked mouth-wateringly gorgeous, which only exponentially increased our disappointment.
His mom had bought them on her way home from work, and she made appropriate Godzilla jokes about radiation and mutation before we tried them.
