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While in St. Barth’s, I sampled “Magic Fruit” (a.k.a. “Miracle Fruit”), which apparently everyone has heard of except me. If you haven’t tried one of these crazy things, you must: basically, what it does is “rewire” your tastebuds, making lemons, for example, taste like candy. This is the effect of a protein called miraculin binding with your tastebuds and acting as a “sweetness inducer” when they come into contact with acids. You swish the berry around in your mouth for about a minute, pulling off the skin with your teeth, and the effect should last for an hour or so (mine lasted only half an hour).

While “under the influence,” I tried lemons, which tasted exactly like my grandmother’s lemondrop candies, grapefruit, which tasted like I had poured a cup of sugar over it, and tabasco, which tasted…bad. As Tabasco does. Some other foods that are apparently fun to sample after trying a berry: mustard, vinegar, pickles, dark beer, and cheap tequila (which tastes top-shelf-quality post-Magic Fruit).

They’re great for diabetics, for dieters, and for those of you who want to throw “food flavor parties.”

Want to buy some? Go here.

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Self-portraiting my kinda tan-ish self as night falls on our first full day in St. Barth’s.

I wore my hair Princess Leia-style about 90% of the time - such an easy fix for unruly beach locks. There are two ways to do this: either gather hair into two loose ponytails directly behind the ears, and then just don’t pull the hair all the way through the band on the last turn (this looks better if your hair is curly/wavy), or make two ponytails behind your ears, twist the hair around itself, and secure with bobby pins that match your hair color (the better option for straight hair).

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Lunch at Restaurant La Case de l’Isle included BBQ ribs, bufala mozzarella with tomatoes and balsamic reduction, tempura prawns, and perhaps a little more Ott.

I order caprese wayyy too frequently; it’s a great fallback if you’re not sure about the quality of a restaurant’s food, because there’s a limit to how bad it can be. This caprese? Was good.


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