When I was living abroad, whenever I passed by a fruit stand selling the small variety of pears, I bought at least 2 boxes of the fruit because they resemble and had a similar taste with the native Philippine guava. I ate the pears while I slouched lazily watching TV or reading the papers. I loved them. The pears helped me re-live my days in the remote barrio of my lolo and lola, climbing and eating guavas with nary a care in the world.
I like guavas or bayabas, the native wild variety (Scientific name: Psidium guajava L). Today, whenever I am in the farm, I just stand near one and reach for the nearest fruits. I don't have to move around or climb the tree. The fruits are within reach and so many you can have free merienda by just standing near one. Ngaa mangita pa ko pizza o hamburger?
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Tiny, sweet, native bayabas
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