Other modern Arabic, Farsi, Turkish and Indian names for the fruit include nabq, dum, tsal, sadr, zufzuuf, sidr, azgwar, anab, annab, innab, henap, hunnap, and kul boroi. It’s in the buckthorn family, Rhamnaceae. Its botanical name is Ziziphus zizyphus, which really sounds made-up. The fruit is sometimes, and apparently incorrectly, called a Chinese date. These Burkart Farms Jujubes must be a distant, ancient inspiration for the same, although the correlation requires imagination. Every Jujube of this kind I ever put in my mouth was stale, and threatened to pull the mercury-laden fillings from my back molars with every rubbery grind. Jujubes in that sense were, and are, smoothish, jellyish gumdrop-like candies, classic movie concession stand fare, sold in a bright, rectangular cardboard box. In our Brooklyn upbringing, Jujubes were also called Jujyfruits (not to be confused with the chewing gum, Juicy Fruit). Resisting carnelian bunches of hyacinths and scraggly but pungent stalks of tuberoses at the flower stalls, we encountered baggies of Jujubes. Then just scamper down the alley out into the Market space (bring your ticket with you, so you can pay at the kiosk at the ground-level elevators to get out). The Santa Monica parking patrol, as vehement as they are, currently seem to turn a blind eye on this infraction– at least this is the word from people who work on the Promenade. There is signage warning you not to do this unless you’re a vendor/merchant /office occupant. Drive in, take the ticket, and proceed directly to the roof of Structure 4, Level 9, where there will be open spaces under the glorious Santa Monica sun. It will be on your right, just before the police saw-horses and other barricades for the market dead-end the street.īy the time you get there, the LED sign for the lot may read “Full”. Drive down 2nd Street toward the market, and enter parking Structure 4. My intel, Derek, hipped me to a theory which I have tested, and therefore pass on to be true. Parking is, of course, an issue which can diminish the joy-factor of this outing if you’re navigating by car. Red, wrinkly, paradigm-shifting.īut first, a word about the Farmers Market. We did find Jujubes, certified organic, from Burkart Farms in Dinuba, California. We went in search of Flying Disc Dates, and found none– just competitors. For the maiden-voyage of our new Hook ‘n Go shopping cart (which, incidentally, we were unable to collapse back down into the folded position), we ventured west to Arizona Avenue in the fine morning drizzle. You think you know it all until you go to Santa Monica Farmers’ Market, ideally on a Wednesday. Jujubes in the wild are organic, natural, wrinkly and healthy.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |