Surinam cherries, they remind me of my old friends. As a kid we would wander around the neighborhood and pick them and eat ‘em up all summer. Guava is another one, reminds me of one of my childhood house when I was 8. Mango season reminds me of my mom, my she would go around collecting all the fallen fruit from the trees in all the summer homes around that were always empty that time of year. There would always be 100s of fruit around the house that time of year. She would make it into a year worth of jam and freeze a bunch.