Моему папе повезло, что его в детстве отправляли к бабушкиной сестре в Приднестровье - он там всяких фруктов поел. А мама жила в деревне куда даже дорогу построили только в 1970е годы, так что фрукты к ним почти не возили, только самые неубиваемые типа арбузов или местных яблок. А на севере Костромской области, почти на границе с Вологодской, особо ничего не растет из фруктов (ягод, правда, полно всяких).
Pretty much, I could live on meat and fruit, like our prehistoric ancestors did when they just started evolving into humans. But, having just finished a can of pears in heavy syrup, I started wondering what everyone's favorite fruit was. Mine, at different points in my life, had been plums (there was time I believed that any nausea or stomach upset could be cured by eating a few plums!), pears (the long, brown Bosc pears, which were called "Belgian pears" in my home city), and most recently tangerines and related fruit. Right now, I would say it's mainly grapes, and for the short July-August season it's peaches. Growing up in a cold northern city during post-Soviet economic meltdown, I believed that peaches were something green, hard, and disgusting until I was 12 or so. Then I started thinking that peaches were yellow and tasteless. And only two years ago, having moved to the place where peaches are grown everywhere, I realized that peaches are delicious, never mind the color. Though I still like the plain, juicy yellow ones the best. I have been lucky to have moved to NJ when there was an incredible harvest of peaches, and they were everywhere, dirt-cheap... all people at work talked about were the peaches. They shared recipes of peach ice-cream, peach pies, peach jam, canned peaches, and shared stories how they took down the squirrel defenses so overripe fruit wouldn't fall on the grass before they could pick it - rather let the squirrels feast than have rotting goop on the lawn. Restaurants had peach days when peaches were in every dish. And I am glad it was a peachy summer - otherwise I might have ignored the fruit, and never realized just how wonderful it is when ripened on the tree and picked just this morning. So now I am looking forward to July, when first good peaches appear on farmers markets.