She gingerly picked a sour plum from the bag.

She bit into it and smacked her lips, then vigorously shook her head.

“No no no!”

We’d already made 2 attempts at picking what we deemed the ‘right’ sour plum – the right balance of sweetness and saltiness that would put taste buds into overdrive.

And we had to do this by looking through rows of plastic containers in the titbit shop. No tasting allowed. So we’re judging based on colour, amount of white substance on the wrinkled skin, and gut feel.

3 times lucky perhaps? It’s like playing sour plum jackpot.