So something interesting happened over the dinner today, Papa, my Dad's eldest brother called up at our house at around 8:30 and excitedly asked me to hand over the phone to my Dad. If you'd know my family you'd know this is somewhat a weird thing to happen. No my Dad and Papa don't chat up on phone like bros! For them to be excited is always - Eerie, kind of.
Anyway I did not find out the details of the 'chat up' - no surprise there. Until Papa showed up at dinner with something yellow on a plate with a great big smile.
The yellow on the plate was what he called 'Khathul' or you can call it JackFruit. Its not that easily available in Karachi, even though it is its a private gardening thing and is not sold out. Together Dad and Papa sat on the dinner table to enjoy this yellow creepy looking this. It was a nice yellow color though, perfectly shaped and ripe for the eating, it had a fleshy texture kinda rubbery and smelled tangy and fresh at the same time.
Papa told me how it looked like a cute fruit (no he didn't use the word cute) inside but on the outside it was one creepy looking thing with great big thorns and it would weigh around 16kgs if full grown!
For Dad and Papa it was a nostalgic thing, they used to eat this back in Bangladesh. I was quickly sucked into the 'Tales of Jackfruit' and I did eat one cube - if thats what you will call it - it was kinda tangy yet sweet. After two I was full!
It was sweet to eat and to watch the nostalgia unwind :)
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Me too want to eat it =( Looking nice it though =P
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