Right, so, I was craving lychees, my most beloved fruit in the world, delicious and sneakily enrobed in papery raspberry-resembling rind. Have only seen them canned here in FL, so during a library excursion, stopped by the Asian market in the same mini-mall to sate my hankering. Whilst browsing the large and mysterious selection of unidentifiable produce (not to mention the rather eight grade biology lab-like assortment of dried seafood items, like dessicated shrimp salad and squid slices), I happened across some pretty blonde globular items I was pretty sure must be fruit, since they were – in an island of daikon radishes and mustardy greens – grouped with the feeble offering of withered apples and lemons.

Took ’em home and sliced ’em open to see what lay inside. Took a lick or two to make sure they did indeed seem to be fruit and not some sort of bitter melon before prepping them for ingestion [heaven forfend] and yes! They were sweet! Like little honeydews!

Scooped them out and dressed them with chopped mint, liberal lashings of sugar cane juice (more loot from Asian market), and a few squeezes of lime juice.  Delicious!