But let’s be real for a second. Not every red fruit with an orange inside delivers. I’ve cut into some promising-looking sweetsop that was basically a gravel pit of white seeds and mushy disappointment. The orange interior of a bad persimmon is just... orange sadness. Hope is a dangerous game when you’re wielding a knife in the produce aisle.
Here’s my advice: find a local Hispanic or Asian market. Seriously. The supermarkets near you have red apples and oranges. The adventure is at the corner store where the owner gives you a side-eye when you ask what a cherimoya is. They’ll show you. They usually have the good stuff—the weird, red-skinned dragon fruit with bright orange flesh? Not common, but a legend when you find it.
A Final (Slightly Cheeky) Thought
So next time you’re at the grocery store, skip the perfectly symmetrical, waxed-to-death apples. Pick up that lumpy, unassuming red thing that looks like a failed science experiment. Cut it open. Let its shocking orange soul surprise you. You might find that the best things in life are the ones that look like a liability on the outside and a treasure map on the inside. Also, wash your cutting board quickly. That orange stain is persistent.
