This was during the time when Amma was bedridden. She was in uncle's house and although close to a window, the summer heat was getting on her nerves. Back when she was very well, we had an almost perfect formula to beat the heat. Watermelon.
Much to the respite of people, nature brought delicious fruits along with summer. Mangoes are at the forefront and much anticipated by all. Then there's also sugar cane. Although popular but much less valued is the watermelon. This heavy of a fruit has got the right amount of nutrients to combat heat. Being high in water content, it is also quite filling. And being less sweet, it meant that my diabetic grandma and mother can enjoy it.
Maa would daily get a watermelon from the local hawker. Then slice it and refrigerate so that it could be relished chilled. Just before afternoon tea time, Amma, Maa and I used to enjoy the chilled, juicy fruit in its glory. Some prefer adding chat masala over it while many threw away the seeds. I am a purist so I enjoy it without the salt and with the seeds.
Almost a week after her fracture, Amma mentioned on the call that she missed watermelon. She had the luxurious mango but not the watermelon. The thing about mobile hawkers is that they are not guaranteed to visit your neighbourhood. So one day after I wrapped up my work-from-home, I walked a couple of kilometers to fetch the fruit, and delivered it to Amma. She didn't have it then but she was delighted. Don't know if it was the fruit or me.
Here in Singapore, I am sure Amma would have been delighted at the multiple choices of varied fruits. And I'd have loved to have her here. But it's the watermelon that bears the sweetest fruit of her memories. Mango, you are close second.
Much to the respite of people, nature brought delicious fruits along with summer. Mangoes are at the forefront and much anticipated by all. Then there's also sugar cane. Although popular but much less valued is the watermelon. This heavy of a fruit has got the right amount of nutrients to combat heat. Being high in water content, it is also quite filling. And being less sweet, it meant that my diabetic grandma and mother can enjoy it.
Maa would daily get a watermelon from the local hawker. Then slice it and refrigerate so that it could be relished chilled. Just before afternoon tea time, Amma, Maa and I used to enjoy the chilled, juicy fruit in its glory. Some prefer adding chat masala over it while many threw away the seeds. I am a purist so I enjoy it without the salt and with the seeds.
Almost a week after her fracture, Amma mentioned on the call that she missed watermelon. She had the luxurious mango but not the watermelon. The thing about mobile hawkers is that they are not guaranteed to visit your neighbourhood. So one day after I wrapped up my work-from-home, I walked a couple of kilometers to fetch the fruit, and delivered it to Amma. She didn't have it then but she was delighted. Don't know if it was the fruit or me.
Here in Singapore, I am sure Amma would have been delighted at the multiple choices of varied fruits. And I'd have loved to have her here. But it's the watermelon that bears the sweetest fruit of her memories. Mango, you are close second.