Tropical Fruits

This past weekend, I was told that mangosteens were in season and in Chinatown. I dragged the Husband on a fruit shopping spree after our dim sum brunch.

We got some lychees.

I was beyond excited to see rambutans. There was a rambutan tree in the garden next to the first house I remember living in. The lovely neighbours would send over a bag of the delicious red fruits when they were in season.

The main reason for the Mulberry Street excursion, of course, was the mangosteens. I had not had mangosteens in over five years.

We also got some Thai mangoes and three small tubs of jackfruit. The fruit shopping turned out to be a bit of a splurge. Sometimes, nothing can substitute for the taste of home.

Slightly Undone

A couple of weeks ago, I went to get my hair cut. (It is really more of a trim.) At the end of the cut, my brilliant hair stylist, Coby, decided to braid my hair. I noticed a section of the salon stop and watch her do it. She said that if I slept on it, the braid would get wispy. So I skipped yoga class for a day - I did not want to sweat - and this is what it looked like at the end of the second day. I loved it.

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