Homage to Paw paws

I've just eaten a big slice of paw paw.  It was perfect.  I bought it as part of my intention to have lots of lovely fruit at Christmas to tempt me away from the fat and sugar intake concurrent with consuming ham, lamb and chicken, pates, cheese balls, salads (that sweet/sour creamy mayonnaise!) and pavlova, Christmas mince pies, Belgian chocolates, tortes...

I sliced it through like a watermelon and it was like cutting butter; soft, clear, orange butter.  I rediscovered the surprisingly black fluffy seeds in their little sticky cases in the centre of a Pacific island canoe groove.  The texture was like a smooth creamy peach; the flavour sweet, slightly musky, rich and filling.  It melted in my mouth.  Heavenly.