I wondered about the wonderberry, and now I know.
I wasn’t going to be happy until I had tried them myself, but feel free to take me at my word: this is one strange tasting fruit. Throughout the season I have popped one in my mouth from time to time thinking maybe I just hadn’t caught them at the right stage of ripeness, but at this point I think I’ve spit enough out onto the ground to officially give up. No me gusta.
My understanding is that these are now going to spring up all over my yard, meaning either battle or acceptance. These are the sacrifices we must make for science.