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Nasrudin was carrying home a piece of liver and the recipe for liver pie. Suddenly a bird of prey swooped down and snatched the piece of meat from his hand. As the bird flew off, Nasrudin called after it, "Foolish bird! You have the liver, but what can you do with it without the recipe?"
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(I lived in Auckland between `94-97 before hopping on once again to the US), and that icon just sums up my feelings towards kiwifruit before and after (rare and expensive outside NZ, inside 'oh not kiwifruit again!')
Nasruddin stuff I find myself reading to people interspersed with Robert Anton Wilson and Hakim Bey, always amusing when people realize they've heard several of the stories told before as jokes.