i felt silly buying a lemon from the vegetable market because i kept on thinking about my old apartment and how we never had to buy lemons, we’d just pick them from the trees. the garden is filled with a handful of lemon trees, planted by Georgette, so actually paying money to buy a lemon wasn’t an idea we entertained
so, instead, i bought a lime at the market. i always need a bit of sour in my food.
i came home. sliced open the lime. and it was an orange! whaaaaa!
i tasted it, and it tasted like an orange too. it felt like i had cut open an apple and found a strawberry inside.
this was perhaps my ignorance about different types of oranges. the only types of oranges i’ve ever had were alywas...orange.
so, instead, i bought a lime at the market. i always need a bit of sour in my food.
i came home. sliced open the lime. and it was an orange! whaaaaa!
i tasted it, and it tasted like an orange too. it felt like i had cut open an apple and found a strawberry inside.
this was perhaps my ignorance about different types of oranges. the only types of oranges i’ve ever had were alywas...orange.
but THIS fruit the one I’m about to talk about next, was an experience! I’ve never seen it, never had heard of it, never tasted it before. It’s green with spikes and you have to wait till the tip of the spikes turn black which is how you know its ripe enough to eat.
Cutting it open, it’s white and juicy inside. the flesh of it is white, and hidden inside are small black seeds. you eat the white fruit.
i made a huge mess cutting this thing open and trying to get the skin off, and the seeds out and turningthe white inside into mush as the two things were being done.
i ate the fruit. and it’s such a strange thing when you eat something you’ve never before tasted. its like your brain goes crazy trying to categorize the taste, the smell with something you DO know. it like freaks out at the foreigness, not in a bad way, but in a way where you just wait until you ‘figure’ it out.
so my brain did the calculation : this fruit, in arabic called Ishta, tastes like a pineapple and a mango with a hint of jackfruit. and it's in season!
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