Passion fruit was one of those mysterious, enticing fruits that I never saw in the grocery store in tiny, semi-rural Eagle Point, Oregon as a kid. The first time I got up close and personal, and proceeded to eat an abundance of the strange, wrinkly, impossibly satisfying tangy fruit was when I got to travel to Australia at age 13. I’d applied for and gotten into a People to People Student Ambassador Program in 7th grade, and spent the year raising money for the program cost and studying the various peculiarities and fascinations of the great southern island. When we finally got there, all 20-something of us 13 year olds…
