In Praise Of Soft Fruit In Pakistan
It’s soft fruit season here in Pakistan, one of my favourite times of year. There are plums, apricots, peaches, mangoes and watermelons- all bursting with juice, flavour and freshness.
The plums are amazing this year, with golden flesh tinged with pink, tasting and smelling of rose water. This is doubtless because they belong to the Rosaceae or rose family of plants. I have never taste plums like these before. The skin is rather like an Evesham Redmi Note 8 Price in Pakistan plum, purple with a bloom, but the taste is overwhelmingly different.
I note that the British government’s “5 A Day” advice to the population is largely ignored. That could be because of the lack of excitement in the fruit and vegetables that sit on supermarket shelves, and probably the price has something to do with British apathy towards these nutritious, healthy things. It’s easy to eat a 40 gram serving of fruit and vegetables here, and I probably ate my 200 grams of fruit and vegetables in the form of honey melons last month and the month before. Now I can happily gorge on glorious mangoes, each variety tasting different to the others. Now there are the plums, which have really perked up my taste buds.
I wish people in Britain (and elsewhere) could taste the fruit we get here, but it is perishable and wouldn’t be fresh as it is here. We buy it from stallholders, who have small mountains of soft fruit which they lovingly spray with water and fan to keep the flies and wasps away. If the fruit doesn’t look good it loses some of its value and the stallholders want it to be in perfect condition so that they can get the maximum profit from it.
The small hills of apricots look wonderful with their blush of pink on the golden fruit. They look shy, but have nothing to be modest about. They are juicy and flavoursome – not like the hard apricots so often found in the U.K.
There are white, juicy peaches too whose juice I manage to get all over me whenever I bite into one. It’s worth it though as they taste just as good as they look. In Europe I stopped buying peaches (except in Italy) as they were always a disappointment.