Twenty six hours, three plane rides, and one elbow fight with an annoying neighbor who insisted on sleeping in my lap later, I emerged into the suffocatingly moist Singapore night. Raccoon eyed and smelling like stale airplanes, I was in no condition to partake in the first of the three wedding festivities that had brought me here. Instead, J cranked up the AC and drove me to his home.
I had all but given up on the idea of a midnight snack, my usual ritual in Singapore, when J came out of the kitchen with a plastic bag and a mischievous smile. "It's mangosteen season you know..." Before he could finish the sentence, I had already ripped the bag from his hands.
Ten minutes and many mangosteens later, I had all but forgotten the horrid trip over and was ready to get some sleep in preparation for a long day of fooding to come.
3 comments:
THANK YOU!!!!
I was in singapore 10 years ago and was given a piece of fruit at the office I was working in. Nobody told me what it was or how to eat it. I remember taking it back to the hotel and first attempting to just bite it, then cut it open with a knife. It was delicious!!!
When I got back I always tried to explain what I had eaten and no one knows what I am talking about. Now I know!
After living in Asia for the last 5 years, I'm now getting ready to leave. But Mangosteens are one of those things I'll live the rest of my life craving. And probably mangoes and mangosteen will draw me back!
Thanks for sharing!
Well said.
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