Nature, giving me the what-for

Not something man can create

I love peaches. They are, to my taste, so perfect that they demonstrate the limits of our great abilities to create and alter and remake according to our whims.

No matter how hard we try, we can’t create such perfection. I think tomorrow I shall go in search of peach pie.

मेरी आडू | मुझे चाहिये |

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Fruit, glorious fruit!

Guava

Mostly just testing the color capacity of my new point-and-shoot. Fresh guavas near the start of winter.

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Fruit, glorious fruit

Batidos

Ecuadorians love their fruit smoothies — batidos. I particularly love a blackberry batido. Batido de mora and granola made a fantastic breakfast.

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Fresh fruit, piled wonderfully high

Succulent

Weeks in the jungle with only the occasional runty orange made these, at street shop in Baños, absolutely delectable.

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Throw some rodents on the barbie

It once scurried...

That would be very large grilled cuy. It’s a traditional dish of Ecuador and Peru. It’s basically Guinea pig.

I’ve had it in Peru, but as I don’t eat meat anymore, well…

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Heavenly fruit bowl

You are what you eat?

A lot of my time in the states seemed to revolve around food. At least most of it, such as the wonderful cherries above, was healthy.

Still wish I had a chance at really good peaches.

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Fruit, glorious fruit!

Anurag gets messy

Once or twice a week, we get fruit. The kids love it and it surely helps their diet. Watermelon is a favorite and relatively cheap. Something like Rs. 15 per kilogram.

The kids also routinely break into a song about fruit sung to the tune of “Frère Jacques.”

The first stanza: “Watermelon, watermelon / Papaya, papaya / Orange, apple, mango; orange, apple, mango / Fruits they are; fruits they are.”

More fruity pictures below:

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Fruited plains

Bazaar fruit. Not bizarre fruit.

Papaya, from the crowded bazaar lanes in Fatehpur Sikri, once the headquarters of the Mughal Empire on the hot Uttar Pradesh plains. The word bazaar, comes from Persian and subsequently Hindi, by the way.

The smoke in the photo is from the incense that many wallahs burn near their stalls.

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Fruit wallah

Hot day, heaven on wheels


Either I’ve built up some immunity or I’ve just been lucky. But I now eat roadside stall fruit with impunity. This guy was pretty clean about it all, as you can see below.

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Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh…

You are what you eat?

In India, I frequently have access to more varied and fresh fruits, because the distribution system is often door-to-door or block-by-block via fruit wallahs.

Here is some nice papaya that we had for breakfast a few weeks back. My (sadly, now ex-) roommate Rachel liked a lot of fresh fruit. I joined the fray now and then with pineapple, lemons, oranges, bananas and (while I’m diving here in Pondicherry) Granny Smith apples.

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