Mangosthene

My favorite memories of summer include climbing trees, taking a dip in the pond, big family gatherings and Mangosthene among other things.

 

Mangosthene is an  exotic tropical  fruit originally from South East Asia. It starts off as a small green blob which gradually grew bigger and blacker ( in some cases red!).

 

A carton of fresh Mangostene.

A carton of fresh Mangostene.

 

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My dad would always tease us when we were younger by guessing accurately the number of cloves each of the  fruit had inside. It did not take us long to catch on. The number of thickened petal like formation at the bottom of the fruit was an indicator of the number of cloves.

 

A five clove fruit.

A five clove fruit.

 

To crack the fruit open place it between the palm of your hand and gently squeeze.

 

 

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Please forgive my pictures. Me being lazy waited till the fruit had shriveled to click this picture.

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I always mistook Mangosthene to have been grown for its exotic appeal however I read an article the other day suggesting the healing properties of this fruit. Anti inflammatory,  Cancer fighting, anti tumor agent and a lot more!

 

 

Urban gardening

To quote my most favorite aunt, thanks to marriage I have become” a House broken Lisa”!  The new role is exciting and not without its challenges. ( The main one being what vegetable to cook and how? )  Settling down to being house broken has taken time and needless to say I have not being traveling as frequently as I used to.

Meanwhile  I have taken up gardening.

It is so thrilling to step out to your balcony and pluck a few leaves off your Basil plant to add to your omelette. In the evenings it is delightful to sit with a cup of tea midst the little greenery.

At this juncture I need to stop and make a quick confession. My plants are all dying!  After endless experiments I can safely say that I do not have a green thumb. I have watered my succulents to death and  left my coriander to bake in the sun all day, every day.

Only the really sturdy plants survive with me. Lettuce, Thyme, Oregano and sadly even chrysanthemums are too pansy to grow in my garden.

My mint is a definite survivor. Every time I think that’s it, its finally dead it springs new leaves.  My basil is used to my phases of watering, neglect and too much love. My poor peace lilies are still surviving from being nearly drowned in water. ( In my defense I saw a similar looking plant on the internet and the author had mentioned that her plants loved the water! Apparently that was a very different plant).

Gardening is like nurturing life ( and in my case death). It is exciting to see new shoots, see the progress of a tiny bud to a flower and sometimes witness  miracles when plants that are dry to the bone suddenly gives out a tiny new shoot.

Oh did I mention that my surely once dead chrysanthemums are coming back to life.

Shocking! Oh I love my garden!

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