When my girlfriends and I backpacked around South East Asia, we used to buy mangosteens by the kilo. We would haul our big bags of fruit into the shade and slowly crack open one sweet and juicy mangosteen after another. For those of you who’ve never experienced this magical fruit, a hard purple shell is cracked open to reveal sections of juicy white fruit within, the kind that melts in your mouth and has just enough tang to offset the sweetness. I searched high and low for mangosteens, thinking I would never see them outside of Asia, and was generally unsuccessful in my quest unless you count the juices they started selling at Whole Foods. However, just the other day I discovered Mangosteens in my little corner grocery store here in Bogota. And what do you think I did? I bought three kilos, took the bag home, and sat down and ate them one by one by one.
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Tags: Fruit, Nostalgia, South East Asia
