Time magazine listed ackee as one of the world's top ten most dangerous foods, and described it this way: "In Jamaica, the ackee fruit is a mixed blessing. Though originally native to West Africa, it migrated to Jamaica in 1778 and is now the country's national fruit. If improperly eaten, though, ackee can cause what has been dubbed the Jamaican Vomiting Sickness—which, other than the self-explanatory symptoms, can lead to coma or death. Unripe ackee fruit contains a poison called hypoglycin, so preparers must be careful to wait until the fruit's protective pods turn red and open naturally. Once open, the only edible portion is the yellow arilli, which surround always-toxic black seeds. With all that risk comes a delicious payoff—Jamaica's national dish is ackee with codfish."
To be honest, I'm just distracting myself with this post. My daughter is upset about something I can't blog about, and she's feeling anxious and unsure, and this means I am feeling much the same way. I heard someone say once that mothers are only ever as happy as their least happy child. This might actually be true. I am sitting here wishing I could fix everything, but of course I can't. I can only listen sympathetically if she calls me and let her work it through.