When I got home, I found this seven pieces of DUHAT on the kitchen counter, washed and ready to be eaten.
Edmund picked them from his duhat tree in our backyard. Actually we don’t have a backyard, he just planted some fruit bearing trees along the perimeter.
Dyos mio they’re so big. While I was eating, I suddenly remembered how much my parents loved duhat. They would sprinkle rock salt and shake them in a covered container.
Our neighbor had a big duhat tree and I’ve seen and heard my parents talking about how “hitik sa bunga” our neighbors tree was. Maybe they gave my parents some duhat, or maybe not.
