Walking "The City" - A Walk On The Wild Side

VB's not sure what's going on along 5th Avenue in "The City" these days, but it looks like one wild and crazy Christmas. Most of the photos are self explanatory - don't ask VB she has no idea what was going on in the mind of the window designers this year (possibly visions of the newest TeeVee political sensation, Sarah Palin?) Whatever drove them to this, it makes for outrageous photo ops with the tourists, as they pose in front of all the windows.

Also, views of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree in the process of being trimmed. VB's only seen the decorated tree a few times in the past herself, so watching the process is pretty interesting. It helps answer the question: How did they do that?

You might want to click on the window photos to enlarge them. The reflection from the street interferes with the view.

(Below): Bergdorf Goodman

(Below): Bergdorf Goodman

(Below): Cartier? (VB's not sure.)

(Belwo): Bergdorf Goodman

(Below): Bergdorf Goodman

(Below): Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree in the works. Can you believe they use scaffolding to trim this tree? All we need is a measly step-stool to put the tinfoil covered cardboard star we made long ago, up on the top.

(Below): A closer view.

(Below): At night.

BTW, anyone know what happened at Lulu's Bay?

What Is It?

Mostly Beshmalla and a Little Bit Of Teen

Whenever you go to a different country, there's always food that's new to you. In this case, it's growing in VB's yard. The gardener calls it "Beshmalla". Actually, some Egyptians are unfamiliar with it too. This past week, several young boys have been stopping to pick the fruit hanging over the fence that separates our yard from the street. The Beshmalla Tree is a few feet from VB's bedroom window. The boys were climbing up, to the point of practically breaking branches. You could hear the cracking. It was so disturbing our puppy, Lotus, growled and barked for the first time ever! Finally, yesterday the boab caught them in the act, and threatened to call the police. Their jaws dropped, their faces saddened, they dropped their cache of fruit, and then ran like the dickens.

After picking a few, washing them off, and tasting, VB has decided that the fruit is lovely. It tastes like a peach, with the texture of a plum. No wonder the boys kept coming back for more. But, if they weren't scared enough by the boab, Lotus will finish the job, should they dare set foot on my side of the fence!

Question: What the hell is it?

The next morning VB woke up, and the word kumquat was on her tongue. Nope, close but no cigar. Wiki had a link for Loquat, and that was it.

Confirming VB's guess is as follows (the bold type):

"Etymology

(Hungarian), "The name loquat derives from lou4 gwat1, the Cantonese pronunciation of its old classical Chinese name (simplified Chinese: 芦橘; traditional Chinese: 蘆橘; pinyin: lújú, literally "reed orange"). In modern Chinese, it is more commonly known as pipa (Chinese: 枇杷; pinyin: pípá), from the resemblance of its shape to that of the Chinese musical instrument pipa (琵琶). Likewise, in Japanese it is called biwa, similarly named from the corresponding musical instrument, biwa. It is also known as the "Japanese medlar", an appellation used in many languages: nêspera or magnório (Portuguese), níspero (Spanish), lokaat (Hindi), mušmula ili mešpula (Croatian nespola (Italian), náspolyanespra (Catalan), nèfle du Japon or bibasse (French). Other names include: sheseq (Hebrew), Askidinya, Akkidinya, Igadinya or Bashmala (Arabic), Akkadeneh or Akka Dhuniya (Lebanese), zger or Nor Ashkhar (Armenian), mushmala (Georgian), mousmoula or mespilia (Greek), muşmula, yeni dünya, or Malta Eriği in Turkish. The Armenian name Nor Ashkhar and the Turkish name yeni dünya literally mean "new world", while the everyday Turkish name for the fruit, Malta eriği, means 'Maltese plum', indicating perhaps confusion over the fruit's origin."

VB will have to keep a close eye on Lotus when she's in the yard as: "Like most related plants, the seeds (pips) and young leaves of the plant are slightly poisonous, containing small amounts of cyanogenetic glycocides which release cyanide when digested, though the low concentration and bitter flavour normally prevents enough being eaten to cause harm."

All quotes are from Wikipedia.



(Below - On the tree in VB's yard): "Loquat fruits, growing in clusters, are oval, rounded or pear-shaped, 3-5 cm long, with a smooth or downy, yellow or orange, sometimes red-blushed skin. The succulent, tangy flesh is white, yellow or orange and sweet to subacid or acid, depending on the cultivar."


(Below - The Beshmalla Tree): "It is an evergreen large shrub or small tree, with a rounded crown, short trunk and woolly new twigs. The tree can grow to 5-10 m tall, but is often smaller, about 3-4 m."



(Below - Picked and washed): "The loquat is comparable to the apple in many aspects, with a high sugar, acid and pectin content. It is eaten as a fresh fruit and mixes well with other fruits in fresh fruit salads or fruit cups. Firm, slightly immature fruits are best for making pies or tarts. The fruits are also commonly used to make jam, jelly, and chutney, and are delicious poached in light syrup.

A type of loquat syrup is used in Chinese medicine for soothing the throat like a cough drop. Combined with other ingredients and known as pipa gao (枇杷膏; pinyin: pípágāo; literally "loquat paste"), it acts as a demulcent and an expectorant, as well as to soothe the digestive and respiratory systems. Loquats can also be used to make wine."


VB's not sure she's seen any at the vegetable stands, but for anyone who is in an area where they are sold, try them - they are delicious!

(Below - A halved Loquat):

Next question!
(Answered by the boab next door - he's got a huge tree hanging over the fence, and onto the road.)

TEEN:

(Below): Some rampant figs (teen in Arabic) that seem to be flying, and plopping all over the yard! On the left, still hard, and on the right, reddish semi-ripe. Fully ripe they tend to look deep red - purple. (VB hasn't tried any yet, since the ripe ones usually splatter upon landing.) VB thought the figs looked different from the figs she usually sees in shops here and in the US, and thought they looked interesting enough to share. She's not sure if these are for eating fresh, best for drying, or for as use in jams.



(Below - halved not quite ripe fig):




Now, if you see any of these, you'll know what they are.

No News Sunday

Same tree, different seasons.

Vagabondblogger does not want to discuss what happened to this tree, at least on the neighbor's side of her house. Suffice it to say, Vagabondblogger has a beautiful view of half a tree. Someone, unbeknownst to her, slaughtered the other side.

Vagabondblogger has not discussed this with "The Association," and really doesn't care to either. Vagabondblogger can't even fart without someone complaining about it, and yet they feel they know how to trim trees. She can't bring herself to take a photo of the other side.

Vagabondblogger can only shake her head - she's speechless!

Ignore Vagabondblogger's complaint, enjoy the photos and have a wonderful Sunday!


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