Not only do these juicy pops make my smoothie bowls look lit as, but they remind me of being little and my super picky ways. I would eat nothing but cut up apples and dry paste (oh how times have changed), let alone a fruit that resembled more of a dangerous plant than a late night treat. I just remember being so terrified of this fruit, and now I await the local fruit stall owner to let me know when to buy them fresh out natures kitchen.