Several years ago, when my husband and I were putting in a woodland shade garden along a neighbor's chain link fence, our son decided to plant a pawpaw tree "temporarily" until he had a yard of his own to move it to. The neighbor had planted one a couple of years before just next to the bog garden across from our new one. Knowing that pawpaws like wet feet, he planted it at the end of a drainage extender from a downspout. The tree was a small stick then, but I was not happy with it in my flower bed. He assured me he would move it before it got too big--HAH! He did buy a home of his own the next year, but never got around to moving the tree. New neighbors next door took out the older pawpaw 3 years ago. They also took down perfectly healthy sweetgum and Japanese maple trees near the pawpaw and a large spruce tree in the front. Faced with the denuding of the other yard and saddened by the demise of the older pawpaw, when Brian comes over to visit "his" tree he always says, "See? Aren't you glad you still have this pawpaw?"
I E-mailed this article to him. He loves to cook and might be interested in the recipe.