What Is This? Ha ha ha, a pawpaw!

Over the summer the pawpaws fell by the half-dozen. To keep the slugs from getting them in the night, sometimes we would go out and pick them up so they wouldn't need to sit on the lawn for too long.

We would bring them in and sometimes NJ would spell strange words with them, we had so many. They seemed so familiar to everyone in our house, over-familiar even.

And then one day a visitor reminded us that these are uncommonly uncommon fruit. She walked in and grabbed a pawpaw from the table and said, "What is this?"

"Ha, ha, ha," we answered, "a pawpaw!" Source of the laughter: not that she didn't know what it was, but that her question reminded us that we had forgotten how normal a thing it is to not know what a pawpaw is.

Toward the end of the second month of pawpaw harvest, we drove away and caught a whole bunch of lake trout in three hours. This is my favorite picture from the expedition.