The day after, I opened up all my doors and windows and found this outside my step:
Well, not really. Actually it was this enormous whole jackfruit brought down by the wind. Gremlins ate my photos -- I just cannot find them -- but the way it was sitting, all cute and innocent, it looked just as if someone had put it there. So I left it for a little while, asked around, realized nobody had been picking jackfruit by my cottage that day, and as soon as I realized it was literally a windfall, I swooped in to claim it.
I'll post the jackfruit saga later, but we also had a ton of fallen mangoes to deal with, and the air was so fresh and light after the storm. So I sat outside with my neighbours and saw what they've been up to lately:
Peeling windfall mangoes with a boti -- a curved blade used in Bangladesh -- I know they use something similar somewhere in Polynesia, but I think it's an import there. Is this just a south asian thing?
Shredded onions, to be dried, mixed with the dried mango, bottled with plenty of mustard oil and stored in the sun. Makes a pungent pickle!
I decided to pitch in and make a mango salad. Adapted from something my friend D's mother makes round this time of year. Heaven on a plate.
Half-ripe mango: you want you want it tart and only a little sweet, neither hard and green, nor fully ripened.
Shredded chillies and lime leaf -- and no, I
did not use the boti for this. I'm too chicken
to use one!
did not use the boti for this. I'm too chicken
to use one!
mushing the mango a little.