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Fernwood

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Acknowledgement of edibility of green papaya

16 minutes ago, KennethT said:

Oddly enough, my wife REALLY dislikes ripe papaya - she says that the smell reminds her of vomit, slightly, and finds it just completely off-putting.  

 

I feel the same way and I have wondered if it's one of those things where there's a genetic variability in being able to smell a particular aroma compound, or at least in how intensely it's perceived.  Papaya never did anything to hurt me but I couldn't stand it as a kid, found it rather nauseating.  It wasn't something I was routinely exposed to growing up in New York but we went to the Bahamas once when I was around 11 years old.  Every morning at breakfast I would say No papaya, please--I'll just have the second course (no memory of what came after the fruit) and every morning they served me the papaya anyway and I had to sit there and smell it until it was removed.  Ick!  

Green papaya is fine in SE Asian food but I guess those Bahamian ones were nice and ripe....

Fernwood

Fernwood

2 minutes ago, KennethT said:

Oddly enough, my wife REALLY dislikes ripe papaya - she says that the smell reminds her of vomit, slightly, and finds it just completely off-putting.  

 

I feel the same way and I have wondered if it's one of those things where there's a genetic variability in being able to smell a particular aroma compound, or at least in how intensely it's perceived.  Papaya never did anything to hurt me but I couldn't stand it as a kid, found it rather nauseating.  It wasn't something I was routinely exposed to growing up in New York but we went to the Bahamas once when I was around 11 years old.  Every morning at breakfast I would say No papaya, please--I'll just have the second course (no memory of what came after the fruit) and every morning they served me the papaya anyway and I had to sit there and smell it until it was removed.  Ick!  

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