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.
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