Skip to main content

Zaboca

This is a chapter from my sixth book called Alphabet Soup - A different kind of cook book

I am not going to leave the best for last although Z is the last letter of the alphabet. It would have been A if I had chosen Avocado as the title. I guess I could say that this food is the A to Z of foods and this would be true since it is so versatile as we would see later in this chapter. Zaboca is the trini word for avocado. Did you know avocados are technically berries? They are classified as single seed berries according to the botanical definition of a berry because they develop from a single ovary and contain a fleshy pericarp surrounding a single seed. So how did we start calling it zaboca? I read this comment on the Wiwords Caribbean Dictionary by JVS that said, "In French it is Les Avocats but with the liaison and the silent trailing consonant, it is pronounced like "lezavoca" which becomes "zaboca"". But Tony Deyal in one of his writings funnily points out that boca is the Spanish word for mouth and that in the final analysis is what avocados are about, they taste good. I like that I came across Tony's writing in my research for this chapter because someone said that what I wrote for the chapter on bread reminds him of Tony Deyal's writing. God works in mysterious ways and great minds think alike I suppose.

Speaking of God, I wonder about the origin of the phrase "holy guacamole". I could not determine the origin but the phrase is a less profane way of saying holy crap. I have seen some places online describe the avocado as the fruit of paradise. Nonetheless I absolutely love guacamole which locals in Trinidad sometimes call zaboca choka. It is often said that you cannot make everyone happy if you are not an avocado. We may not wish to be a crowd pleaser but we can aspire to be versatile like an avocado. We can have an avo-can-do it attitude. The other day I went walking and bought back the biggest Pollock avocado. It was buttery and beautiful inside. A taste of heaven on Earth. And I paid good money for it. It is no wonder that some people call it green gold. I found a recipe for avocado and mango salad with lime seasoned with cilantro and red onions. I thought to myself that add some pepper and this is a chow. A zaboca chow.

Deciding when to cut the zaboca is a skill I have yet to master. I suspect this is something that no one masters. Also when purchasing zabocas it is hard to know if it will be good inside. Life is like a zaboca you never know what you will get. As I mentioned before, zaboca can teach us about being versatile. There are a myriad of things we can make with zaboca. From zaboca ice cream to zaboca pancakes to zaboca punch to zaboca gazpacho. Also, I always wanted to try the healthier avocado oil. Even there is zaboca butter which sounds and looks tasty. Interestingly zaboca is also known as butter fruit. The alternate name for avocados that I found interesting is "alligator pear". The name "alligator pear" comes from the fruit's rough, green skin, which resembles an alligator's hide. The variety they are referring to is Hass. That is the first 4 letters of my name and now I am curious about the name. According to wiki it was first grown and sold by amateur horticulturist Rudolph Hass, who also gave it his name. From rough skin to tough joke. It is tough to find zaboca jokes so I came up with my own explanation and a joke at the same time. Why are there not many zaboca jokes? Because the crowd always boos for the za-boo-ca jokes.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

How do we fix this world?

It is 4:39 pm and I have decided to write. It is a peaceful and quiet day. I am thinking about God, and how this life is a test. There is so much happening in this world that could make us sad. But we do not have to remain in that sadness when we put our trust in God. God wants good for us. God wants us to experience peace, and even happiness, despite what surrounds us. How do we fix this world? My friend Chatty suggests that maybe a better question is: What kind of person do I choose to be in this world? Because when enough people answer that question well, that is how real change begins. I want to be the kind of person that God is pleased with. Someone guided by God, not by ego. Someone who chooses patience over anger, humility over pride, and sincerity over appearances. I am doing reasonably well, but I am not perfect. And maybe perfection is not the goal. Growth is. Awareness is. Returning to what is right, again and again, is. I want to grow, and I will keep adjusting myself when ...

Hobby project - Store and view exchange rates

The next step in my project was to test out being able store and display the rates in a database. I decided to use nodejs and supabase for this. Everything worked beautifully. Only hickup was the following error due to my package.json not being correct. SyntaxError: Cannot use import statement outside a module Added this to package.json   "type": "module" This works beautifully. Right now I am just testing fragments of what could be part of a bigger system to see what is possible and what works and how easy to code on a mobile. There is no fully functioning integrated end to end system just yet. This is also what I tested. A serverless append-only database using GitHub + Actions + Pages. That’s basically a lightweight backend system. This was the ChatGPT prompt I used. Guide me through each step. This is what I want. A manually run github actions that adds to docs/data.json with the current date and time. docs/index.html displays all the entries in data.json. Make s...

Mundane

It is 123am and I have decided to write. I have this new idea for a book called Mundane. It would be me writing about the ordinary. We chase the extraordinary but there is beauty in the ordinary. There is beauty in the simple. There is beauty in the everyday. What about God? We often think about God in grand terms. But what if God is simple too? What if God is mundane? What if we look for God in the everyday moments? I sit in this dark room with the air conditioning on. The fan is also on. The curtain is down but I imagine the moonlight shining on the grass outside. The cats are probably sleeping. I wonder if anyone else in the neighbourhood is awake at this hour? Is there another writer around who is also writing about the mundane? The fan breeze helps the air conditioning cool me down. These nights are warm otherwise. A mosquito flies across my screen. Hello friend or foe. I cannot quite decide which one. If I had a swatter you would be gone. I check my notifications and there is an ...