Having spent the Summer eating mangoes daily and constantly, there are times when I crave the succulent fruit. (Ah! To have a fresh dussehri or sapeda lakhnavi!) More often than not, I don't have the time to go down to Murray/Curry Hill and buy bottles of Maaza or Fruiti and have to spend my time dreaming of the wonderful juice.
I was in my local market today and happened upon dried mango. I bought them and brought them with me to the library. I just opened the container, had one and must say it's one of the most dreadful fruit products I've ever had. It tastes Nothing like mango.
Please, never buy them. Unless they're guaranteed to taste like the real thing.
Sincerely,
Disappointed Me
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All this food talk, it's almost sort of ... erotic. I'm lead to think of Catullus' poem the one where he describes his host's lavish feast and then says he must excuse himself because he can sense another hunger poking through his cloak and tunic!
And then there are endless food poems I can quote you. Have you read the poem 'Post-dinner Item' by the Urdu poet Parveen Shakir? I have translated it into English and it was printed by Raza Rumi:
Already we counted ourselves amongst the prisoners of your locks
But today we want to kiss yours hands as well
For today you have adorned the dinner-table
With such a delightful variety of delicacies
That we are all perplexed
From where to start
It's amazing that in spite of being occupied in your
Extremely demanding social duties
You remained kitchen-bound for so long
All this much!
Surrounded by foolish cooks and unruly servants
And such appetising food
Seems a miracle to us
On top of which is the astounding fact
That you must be so tired
Yet you're so jocund
Lady so-and-so's feast was nothing in comparison with this
Thanks
Thank You so much for all this gratitude
Now, what shall I present to you
Tea, coffee or the poet?
© Rehan Qayoom, May 2007.
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