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You say lychee, I say lychee

Tis the season to eat lychee. I actually shot a couple of pictures myself of lychee purchased at the market yesterday, but for some reason, my technology failed. So I stole these from wikipedia. Driving through Hilo, you can see the trees everywhere, laden with fruit. What does it taste like? Hmmmmm... That's kind of like asking what peaches taste like or apples. They taste like peaches and apples. Lychee tastes like lychee. It's sweet and juicy with it's own unique flavor. They taste a little like a rambutan, if that helps. When I was growing up, we heard of something called a lychee nut, with the word pronounced leechee. I think the nut part comes from the appearance of the seed, which you can see looks like a nut, but to my knowledge nobody eats that part. Here, it's pronounced lie-chee.
I spent a few hours at the library yesterday. I actually love the Hilo library. At it's center is a landscaped courtyard. The walls on the courtyard side... well, there are no walls. You're actually sitting outside with a roof over. Pretty cool. I wonder what all that humidity does to the books.
I also went to the Farmers' Market, where I ate some fresh Thai summer rolls, a piece of salmon musubi and a lemonade for lunch. After the library, I went to KTA to pick up a few items. I swear, it's amazing to me how packed the grocery stores always seem to be. Maybe if I shop at 7 a.m. on Sunday morning...
Well, gotta go pour wine and schmooze with tourists.
A hui hou. Aloha.

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