This softly fuzzy little beauty is an Angelcot. Believe in them or not, I have to think the guy in charge of naming this fruit was right on point. These babies are sunshine with fuzzed skin – liquid light – impossibly sweet, delicate as a first kiss and beyond delicious.
I’ve been limiting myself to one two-angelcot serving a day (minus that first day – that first day, I couldn’t help but gorge on their sweetness, calling it lunch).
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