![]() (Hungry for donuts yet?)Īnyway, after spending two hours trying to figure out this jackfruit and wrangling the pulp out of it, then another hour and a half cleaning up the mess, I became so overwhelmed by the pungent smell that I couldn’t even eat it. ![]() So I stuck my hands into the crevices of this giant fruit, about the size of my torso, and began to pry wet, fleshy pods of carcass, like what I imagine tearing organs from an animal feels like. ![]() Inside a jackfruit are approximately one to three dozen fruit pods, depending on the size of your jackfruit. I figured I may as well clean later and pull the fruit out now. Even more baffled, I tried to clean up the mess by moving the knife-infused-jackfruit so I could pick up the cutting board – only to find it stuck to the counter too.Īlright, fine. After much effort, I succeeded in splitting it violently apart, sending sprays of white sticky sap all over my arms, hands, and counter. Without knowing what lay inside, I cut it open and was surprised to find that I could only cut about halfway through. My knife got stuck.Ĭonfused, I proceeded to stick my hands in the jackfruit to pry it open. The first time I bought jackfruit I did so on a whim, simply because I’d never eaten it before and because it’s giant (I love fruit, so I figured that the biggest tree-born fruit in the world must be, like, fruit²). ![]() I use the word “beast” deliberately here for two reasons: (1) it’s insides are more like meat than fruit, and (2) it’s filled with latex sap so sticky it’ll fuse your knife to your hand, and then your hand to your cutting board, and then your cutting board to your forehead. ![]()
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