Since my parent’s home is located in the province it’s not surprising if we have our own vegetable garden. When I was in grade school I used to plant (along with counsins) eggplant, tomatoes, string beans, pechay wombok, and patola (a gourd with somewhat spongy texture) and some bitter gourd.
Once harvested (a couple of big wicker baskets) we would go around the barrio and sell them. Okay, I have an confession, when riding our bike we only circle one block and sell it to our mother’s friends and done, money made.
Now that I think about it it was probably around that time when I realized I suck at business management.
Not only that because months later I burned down the entire garden. It was summer, you see and well I was watching TV too so the raked dried leaves that I was trying to burn spread out.
Enough with the story telling. I’m afriad that if I continue I’ll end up enumerating disasters instead of my backyard story.
The rambutan came from another backyard, my aunt Dina’s. This is one of the sweetest, plump and juiciest I’ve had. They also have durian, lansones and then avocado I think.
So for now I’m regrowing some vegetables and such again.
Now I have leeks, turmeric and garlic.
I’ll post the pics later on.
