Last weekend, I was in Chantaburi which is famous for its large variety of tropical fruit. When we were driving down the road, we saw many pick-up trucks piled high with fresh fruit. We also passed many orchards growing fruit such as rambutans (see above) durians and pineapples. We are now moving into a new fruit season so I thought I would take some pictures of fruit that I didn’t manage last time.
Durian: too-rian ทุเรียน
Zalacca (sweet variety): sa-la สละ
Dragon Fruit: gao-mung-korn แก้วมังกร
Rambutan: ngoh เงาะ
Sugar Apple: noi naa น้อยหน่า
Santol: gra-torn กระท้อน
You know, the best thing about these markets stalls along the side of the road is that they are very keen for you to try the fruit for yourself. No pressure to buy. Though I did end up with quite a few kilos of fruit! My favourite amongst the above is still rambutan. It is about golf ball size and has a white/opaque colour. The taste is similiar to lychee.
I still have more photos of Thai fruit to “collect”. I will write more about the individual fruits at a later time.
Related blogs: Thai Fruit 01
Mrs. Ratsamee Aswahanrit was a participant with me in an International training course in Bangkok in 1989. We were twenty other participants in the wonderful training Institute at Chaengwattana Road, Laksi. In order to make other participants at home, she developed the habit of inviting foreign participants to lunch at lunch break. I was invited to a sumptuous course in a restaurant by the river Chao Praya. The course started with rice pearl candies and the most interesting item was tiger prawns cooked with garlic.
On her birth day all of us were invited by her and her husband to an authentic Thai Restaurant. it was situated in sylvan surroundings and the evening was great with lots of songs. In the menu, I found crab balls cooked with coconut milk simply out of the world. Mr. Ratsamee had another novel idea for the party. Each of us were given lottery tokens and one of the participants won an emerald gem stone.
When I went back to Bangkok in 2002,the first thing I wanted to do after landing was to see her. When I asked about her well being and address from my friend Kirati, I was shocked to learn that she had passed away in a head on collusion. She had a large Toyota pick up and could adjust many of us in the two rows of seats. Once we had gone to Samutprakarn crocodile firm. I should have told her then not to drive so fast; but then not all my tears now could bring her back. Where ever she may be, for me she is the Lady with the golden heart.