Buddha Hand, Esquire

This is an old photo from my last apartment. My roommates and I had this pseudo-pact where we'd browse the produce section when we went shopping (we always went together), and buy any exotic-looking fruit that we hadn't tried before.

This thing was there one day (it's a Buddha's hand, hence his name), and before we "ate" it (I'm pretty sure it's a substitute for lemon zest, and not actually meant to be eaten like we tried to do), I made him a little monocle, mustache, and eyeball. Then we put him on the thermostat in our bathroom and I captioned his thoughts with a dry-erase board.

This may have actually been post-eating. I believe we just cut it in half, tried a little bit, and then decided to spread it around the house for a couple days because of its lemony fragrance.