Ten years ago, my daughter Kristin, then just 7 years old, and I were exploring Strybing Arboretum, the famous botanical garden in San Francisco.
There, on a back wall were several enormous passion vines, with flowers of purple, blue, white, red and coral. My daughter was already fascinated with the amazingly intricate flowers, which to this day remain her favorite of all flowers.
But on that summer day in San Francisco I went one step further. I plucked a ripe fruit from a Passiflora edulis and opened it. The fruity, tropical aroma was overwhelming and added another element to her passion flower addiction. I offered her a taste. Not sure at first what to make of the funny looking jelly-like inside, she eventually relented.
That was it. From that point forward, passion fruits have been a regular member of our summer fruit bowl and a fruiting vine has always been in our garden.