I learned all about paw paws at my last place in Ohio.
Our property was all glacial till. Crazy springs seeping water out of the ground everywhere. The property was mostly deciduous trees (white oak) and near the house , where the canopy broke up a bit, we had hundreds of paw paw trees. I stepped on one and couldn’t figure out what it was. Had to google it. That’s how forgotten they are. Nobody I knew had heard of it.
My parents are pretty old. They perked up with some paw paw stories. But they didn’t care to eat them again. I had one good harvest. Like 15 gallons of the things. I canned a bunch and gave it away for Christmas.
Paw paws are insanely healthy. It is the indigenous fruit of Ohio. But they aren’t commercial friendly. They go from inedible, to ripe, to rotten in a few days. They are mushy and bruise from their own weight.
A really good one is a special taste experience. I found them to be very inconsistent though. And the bad ones had all sorts of weird flavors and lingering bad aftertaste.
Still, I miss those couple weeks of the year when I could walk into my woods and shake a paw paw tree to eat a couple of those things.