My mom is half Greek. I’m pretty sure if she merely thought hard enough about the sun, you could actually watch her get tan.
My mom has told me that when she was a kid, her (non-Greek) grandmother would remark she was as brown as a berry from the summer sun, although she never knew quite what berry she meant.
“Maybe gooseberries?” my mom would offer.
Huh. Yeah, I guess I’d call that brown. Brown-ish, anyway.
These gooseberries are really something else. Much like a blueberry, they start out sweet, with crunchy little seeds, not too juicy. All seems well, you swallow and then — yow! — this sour shock comes out of nowhere. It’s so surprising and so intense, I think I actually flinched when I ate one.
Next on my Oddities of the Greenmarket series: whitecurrants. I’m still kicking myself for not snapping them up when I saw them Saturday — they looked like the ghosts of regular currants.