Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The start of something new.

A lunchtime walk in the sun. One of those rare days when you deviate from the usual pattern of cafes and restaurants, look up at the blue sky with wisps of clouds drifting by, and decide, "Yes, today I would like to soak in some vitamin D." Altogether a warm and healthy option, after grabbing a few conbini onigiri and strolling for most of the lunch hour. I even found an escape from the jungle of office buildings - a wide river undulating with currents as the occasional boat rumbled by, trees fluttering their spring green leaves softly in the wind. The juxtaposition of nature and city still never ceases to astound me, or at least happily confuse me - "Wait, real nature still -does- exist here!" And it really does, popping up unexpectedly like weeds in a garden, happy dandelions on a sun-baked, late spring day such as this one. Of course, by evening, the skies greyed over and expelled light rain combined with flashes of lightning and cracking thunder. Which all suddenly stopped later on.

Today, I also tried dragon fruit for the first time. Found it at hangaku, or half-price, at the grocery store, and decided it was too good a chance to pass up. 200 yen for a single bright pink fruit, which I discovered grows hanging from very tropical-looking trees. Does this particular fruit miss its home, somewhere on an island where the weather is always as sunny as this afternoon was? Does it miss swaying in the island breeze on its mother tree, while sitting in the plastic carton which cradles it at the grocery store? Did it feel offended by the hangaku sticker? The inner meat of the dragon fruit was an interesting texture, a mix of kiwi (the black seeds) and nagaimo/daikon (the white crispiness and slight sliminess). The taste was very light, with patches of sweet-sourness here and there. It was worth a try, but perhaps it won't become a favorite. Thank you for your nourishment, dragon fruit.