Tutankhamun's tomb and his burial mask, dawn at Machu Picchu, dolphins riding our bow, Statues at Easter Island, Notre Dame viewed from the canal, and many more remarkable sights and memories. So, why do I choose to write about a Prune Museum of all things?
Well, much to my surprise I found it interesting.
I’ve never liked prunes, that’s until we went to a prune museum along the Lot River in SW France.
The thought of wandering through shelves of shrivelled fruit with the life sucked out of them was not appealing. However, I was soon converted.
Years of drying/curing technology and processes were explained. The growing method and the loving care this family practised was intriguing.
At the end of the tour we tasted prunes filled with cream, chocolate prunes, prunes with hazelnuts and my taste buds positively skipped with joy at the zest and bite of flavours.
We purchased some plain old prunes, they are juicy and I love the flavour. But I do have one problem, I just can’t stand the texture.
They feel like, what I imagine, eating a large fly or moth would be like. With their tough, creased skin and gooey innards, my taste buds enjoy the tang, but my mouth dislikes the sensation.
I realise how remarkably odd I can be – does anyone else have this problem?