I have these American friends. Let’s call them John and Lexie, with a teenaged daughter named Laney. They have lived in Brazil, Paris, and London, but this summer, they are moving back to God’s Country. Houston, Texas.
Before they left England, they decided to try those junk foods that Brits rave about. The foods that warm the cockles and mussels of British hearts.
It’s raw meat squished together with spices, maybe some cooperative herbs or veggies. They shape it into a little patty and serve it as the main course with vegetables or fries. Here are the main types of tartare I’ve found in Paris.
My first taste of mangosteen was not my choice. We were walking along a street in Shanghai and passed a vendor with two big baskets of these little plum-sized fruits. He had opened one and was offering passers-by tiny sections on a toothpick. We stopped and asked what they were, and he stuck a piece in my mouth! Unasked! Cheeky! If it had been durian I would have spit it out and slapped him, but lucky for him it was delicious--sweet and slimy like a banana, but in tiny sections like citrus fruit.