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Bharat Bazaar Part 2: Gift of the Jackfruit

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Okay so we all know of my love for Bharat Bazaar right? Well my love just got a little deeper and I thought y'all should know about it. A few days ago I went to Bharat for lunch and got three dishes I knew I loved: lentils, chickpeas and vegetable balls (like meatballs but not). But I noticed everyone in front of me was ordering something called “jackfruit.” Jack what? Fruit? Is it sweet? Is it sweet and savory all at once? Is it pungent? It looked good but its foreign-ness scared me. Everyone in line kept talking about it though-- how delicious and amazing it is-- and I felt a little bad for not venturing out on a limb and getting it too. Next time, I thought, next time.

Well my friends, next time turned out to be yesterday. I went back to Bharat and there was the jackfruit, in all its glory, staring me in the face. I sucked it up and ordered a helping. The first bite involved a seed of some kind, a rather pungent seed, and I wondered if I'd made a terrible mistake. I cleared my palette with a sip of chai tea and a bite of saffron rice. I couldn’t wait another second I had to go back to jack and try another bite. The verdict? Bite number two was delicious! Fragrant, spicy, robust and not sweet at all. Oh my god, I thought, I'm in love with Mr. Jack Fruit. And we're getting married. Like, tomorrow.