As I sat at the breakfast table, mountain air slipping in through the window, she placed a plate in front of me with one whole piece of something which resembled both a fruit and vegetable, along with tomato chutney. “What is this?” I asked, with my eyes scanning to place if I had ever eaten it before. I touched it—it was soft—but I still couldn’t figure out what it was. It was pale yellow in colour and looked like a mix of guava and cucumber.