We have a blossoming rose apple (aka jambu air) tree back home in Batu Pahat. My mom ‘feeds’ it with organic fertiliser (skins of papaya, carrots, whatever she’d saved while preparing meals) and my dad ties a lot of plastic bags around the growing fruits. I have no idea what that does; probably to stop random strays from attacking the lovely red babies.

Anyway I love the tree, as the fruits are always bountiful, crunchy and sweetly delicious. When we got home last Saturday, my dad went out to the small garden out front and harvested a whole basketful of ripe rose apples for us. I love my parents too 😀

Of course when Ryan wanted to eat one, I made him work for it.

Me: “Open your mouth big big, then go near the fruits ar boy…”

Ryan: “Why my auntie asks me to do all these stupid things one…”