A Study in Jackfruit
Jackfruit made more than a cameo appearance on our journeys this year, and I (being, genealogically at least, a botanist at heart) finally got a chance to spend some good time with a fruiting tree which had been allowed to just grow into a gorgeously dark green canopy–rather than being trained ramrod straight, so that the trunk can bear the weight of its fruit.
Not out in a jungle somewhere, if there are pure jungles left really, anywhere in the world, but at Red Earth Kabini on the banks of the River Kapila.
Here is the great River at smoky sunrise:
And at clear peach sunset:
It is an almost wholly man-made landscape: dammed, silted, landscaped, cultivated, and made accessible to pleasure-seekers and adventure-seekers of all sorts. But no less beautiful for that–or should I say that its beauty bears no pretense of the pristine. The place has been thoughtfully created and is lovingly run by a coffee planter-filmmaker couple, Ravi and Rachel, and worth getting to even if you have to sell your last possessions to do so.
I fell in love with the jackfruit tree by the swimming pool well before I knew of its importance to the development of Red Earth. But of course. Jackfruits always come heavy with sweetness and possibility.
Without more words, here is the story of the beautiful tree, from little to big, leaf-tip to trunk and fruit. If you get to the end thinking ” ‘the heck does anyone cut this thing?” my infographic (that’s what ‘dem illustrations is called these days) is below, or you could meander like the great River through the story of How to Cut a Jackfruit.
Either way–or both, enjoy.