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tar gola tales

I had a busy Saturday. As usual.

Mil and I had gone shopping and on our way she decided to pick up Tar Gola. 

Tar gola is a fruit that comes from an Indian palm tree. Only the vendor can cut it. They look like mini coconuts. We had to wait for a good twenty minute to get two dozen of those fruits. 

The fruit  has a black husk, and is borne in clusters. The top portion of the fruit is cut off to reveal the three sweet jelly seed sockets, translucent pale-white, similar to that of the lychee but with a milder flavour and no pit. The jelly part of the fruit is covered with a thin, yellowish-brown skin. These are known to contain watery fluid inside the fleshy white body. (Got this off Wikipedia)

Any how, this is one tedious fruit. The skin takes ages to peel off and the fruit is so delicious that it is consumed within a minute. After peeling all twenty four of those jelly-like pieces, they are now peacefully sitting in the fridge to chill. I tasted one and I loved it. Worth all the effort.

K loves that fruit, so no matter how troublesome it is, I shall peel away. 

I clicked some pictures of the fruit-guy along with his Targolas. 




That's all for now.
Peace.
PS- Here is the T doodle inspired from my favourite game as a kid, Tetris.


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  1. Hi...am looking for a cake recipe that is made with targolas.... could it be possible that your mil knows and is willing to share the recipe

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