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| After I ate these (by sort of gnawing off the flesh) I planted the seeds in my yard. And now they're growing! Sort of. |
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| One day I was walking back from school and found some grapes lying on the side of the road. Later that same day, Julia handed me a bunch of grapes her host-brother had given her. When it came time for me to eat the grapes, I'd forgotten which bunch came from Julia, and which from the road. So I ate them both. |
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| I found these in the Basse market and bought them because I'd never seen them before. But then I needed to figure out how to eat them. |
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| I borrowed someone's pliers to crack them open, and then continued breaking off chips and nibbling on that green stuff, which was kind of like nibbling on a sponge. |
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| After all the green stuff had been nibbled away, I found another shell, which the pliers would not break. So I found club-like branch and smashed it open cave-man style. Inside of that there was this purple seed that refused to be tampered with. |
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| These are the not-a-rotten-mango fruits I wrote about! |
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| And here are the innards! (I was at the transit house in Basse at the time of this photo--there is no countertop in my mud hut) |
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| These are the Gummi Bear mangoes I ended up sort of liking, thinking they were the last mangoes I'd eat for many months. It turns out I ate many more mangoes, so I guess I could've kept on disliking them. |
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| This is a normal mango. |
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| The part of this fruit that has been eaten has a texture like freeze-dried ice cream and a taste like...sort of baobob-ish. Now you just need to know what baobob fruit tastes like. |
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