Two years ago, I posted about our peanut butter fruit tree, which had given us a few rather disappointing orange fruit that tasted a bit like peanut butter but wasn’t really anything special.
Fast forward to this week and I’m picking up the eggs from the hens and I notice tons of fruits on the tree. It was getting dark, but I leaned over the fence and picked as much as I could reach.
When we first moved into the house, me and Mr. Pikko took turns buying trees we wanted or thought were cool. In the end we had a lime, a Meyer lemon, a mountain apple (from my dad), an orange, a jaboticaba, a pomegranate, bananas, and a peanut butter fruit tree.
The reason he bought the peanut butter tree was because Baby Girl can’t eat any nuts due to her being allergic to cashews.
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