And below is a close up of the ripe fruit. This is "ready." The fruit stinks to high heaven, both kinds. It's nasty. We learned from our Marshallese teacher, as well as some of the guards, how to let it ferment. It's the strangest thing: the fruit stinks less as it sits on the counter (takes about three days). The juice starts leaking out. It still tastes like vomit, though. The Marshallese use different parts of the tree for various remedies: to stop kids from bed-wetting (put a leaf under their sleeping mats), to help women who just gave birth recover, to help fix bleeding wounds, and to help cure everything from cancer to diabetes to earaches to hemorrhoids to fish poisoning to nausea and vomiting to fixing cavities. Some people take a teaspoon of juice every day. But I won't.
I like orange juice better.
And this is a picture of the last time Kristen and Nathaniel came over. We had such a feast! Kristen brought this incredible cashew gravy, as well as asian cucumbers (or squash, not quite sure), tomatoes, and basil. We potatoes and breadfruit and papaya, too. Miss you, Kristen and Nathaniel!




















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