My mother’s pomegranate bush is covered with pomegranates, not ripe yet.
And the jujube tree in the back yard is similarly loaded. When I say jujubes, I’m not talking about those little candies you get at the movie theater, but real jujubes, the kind that grow on trees. They’re oval shaped, about an inch-and-a-half tall, and, when ripe, have a brown skin. When I was little, my mother used them to make jujube butter, similar in color and flavor to apple butter. But the best thing to do is to just eat them straight off the tree. They taste more like an apple than anything else, but really they have their own flavor. They always remind me of Roscoe since that’s about the only place I’ve ever seen them—except for Iran, where they originally came from. There you can buy them in the markets.