[Description: a brown hand holds an open fruit with brown burgundy shell and clear white cloudy flesh shown in slices.
Ah, #mangosteen. I’ve been on jeepneys with bagfuls and summer near Chinatown, I decidedly bought the unicorn of fruit according to white food culturalists. Clearly tantalizing and up until recently, hard to find and considered illegal. Spotting a mangosteen reminds me of pulp, of thick webs of juice, a wrapping of capillaries that bursts of sweet, tart, and floral pounces on the tongue. The texture leans toward sinew, like a dense gauze or a bite of intimate skin. Picking apart is a practice, one I let sliver and slip on my palms. Slow to crop and bear fruit from seed (every 8-10 years!), mangosteens reminded me that patience is a tool for dreamy outcomes. Slow going can be tasteful. It’s been these and lychees all damn day. Diaspora belly has much to do with summer longing. Asian fruit. Yes yes, double meanings and so on, that was a given. Here is your evidence. #asianfruit #fruit #produce #snack #chinatown #freshfruit #horticulture #qtpocbrunch #qtpoceats #botony #food #foodstagram]