Why I Love Loquots But Not to Eat

There’s ripe loquots in the trees down my street and each year they bring me great joy.  Although I’m not into eating them, with their massive pips, furry skin and watery flavour they’re kind of behind the eightball as a fruit*.   And it’s not the fond memories I have of the massive loquot tree in our front yard as a kid and the satisfying splatter of our neighbourhood loquot wars.  No, it’s not what loquots are, it’s what loquots say… read on…