I did not mention about pannerala hannu. It was special because, it would grow on tall trees and normally an adult, dad or uncle would pluck some and give us pieces.
And mangoes. Well, mangoes were not to be found in the wild. But my granny's house will be full of them in the summer. We would eat a lot and then there will be payasa in the dinner.
When we were in Muscat, we used to get Pakistani mangoes. We would get alphonso mangoes, but instead buy Pakistani mangoes as they were cheaper. And these were available throughout the year. I would cut a mango each evening. I would eat a little piece, my husband will eat another small piece. Then son will sit in front of the plate cross legged and enjoy the rest. Funny part is he did not like apples at all.
Jamun or nerale as we used to call them would grow in the forest. One of the older children would climb the tree and pluck the fruits. We would all eat them. But only problem was the fruit would make our mouths purple.
Then there was amla - nellikai. The sour amla we will put in our cheeks for hours together. May be that was our gum.
Now if you ask me which of these plants I have cultivated in our tiny garden, I have to say none. Again these are all wild fruits (and I am lazy)
And mangoes. Well, mangoes were not to be found in the wild. But my granny's house will be full of them in the summer. We would eat a lot and then there will be payasa in the dinner.
When we were in Muscat, we used to get Pakistani mangoes. We would get alphonso mangoes, but instead buy Pakistani mangoes as they were cheaper. And these were available throughout the year. I would cut a mango each evening. I would eat a little piece, my husband will eat another small piece. Then son will sit in front of the plate cross legged and enjoy the rest. Funny part is he did not like apples at all.
Jamun or nerale as we used to call them would grow in the forest. One of the older children would climb the tree and pluck the fruits. We would all eat them. But only problem was the fruit would make our mouths purple.
Then there was amla - nellikai. The sour amla we will put in our cheeks for hours together. May be that was our gum.
Now if you ask me which of these plants I have cultivated in our tiny garden, I have to say none. Again these are all wild fruits (and I am lazy)
I searched in my own blog to confirm whether I wrote about these before writing part II. I was reading ಅಣ್ಣನ ನೆನಪು by PurnaChandra Tejaswi and remembered my childhood.
The book is really good.
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