Culinary Adventures
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Try A New Fruit

On the way to and from Pam Bok Waterfall in Pai, Thailand, there is a farm. Huge cracks in the ground appeared a few years ago (and continue to grow in number) means that the owners can no longer grow as many crops as they used to. With the land deemed worthless and crop production down, this can mean very hard times for a farmer.

In a stroke of genius, they have opened up what is left of their farm to the visitors that pass every day to get to the waterfall. After a day of exploring the nearby hot springs, canyon and waterfall by bike, we stopped by the “crack farm” for a refreshing roselle juice. Roselle are a hibiscus flower that look more like rose hip. If you have had hibiscus juice before, it is similar to that, if not, I guess it tastes like a watered-down glass of cranberry juice.

As the only visitors there and just one table, you really feel like you are guests in someones home. Our friendly, Thai-speaking host brought out dish after dish of fresh local produce for us to feast on and we ate and ate until we could fit no more. As well as roselle juice and roselle wine, there were bananas, mangoes, yams (potatoes), roast peanuts, passionfruit and something I had never tried before: fresh tamarind.

Tamarind pods come from the tamarind tree, which we saw all over Thailand. In a bowl or plastic bag, tamarind doesn’t look very appealing. The brown fruit has the texture of a date, has a seed in each pod segment and tastes sour and a little sweet. The intense flavour reminds me of dried fruits like raisins or dried cranberry. I had seen a pregnant lady snacking on these pods a few days earlier. Tamarind pods are high in B vitamins and calcium so great for the expectant mother.

A tamarind jam was also on offer, this was smeared on slices of cooked potato (though our host called theses “yams”). Who would have thought that jam and yam worked well together?

A sleepy dog and the largest cock I have ever seen provided a little eye candy.

This genuine, foodie experience is by donation only and our lovely host even sent us home with a large bag each of banana and passionfruit.


Farm dog and the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Yes, those are mangoes littered around like they ain’t no thing.


Fresh feast: from top left (clockwise) potatoes, banana, roselle juice and roselle wine, passionfruit, roast peanuts, potatoes, tamarind jam, sliced mangoes, tamarind.


Mr. Big Cock


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I am Genie, a graphic designer/photographer obsessed with food and bunnies. I live in Whanganui, New Zealand with my husband, The Koala and our two rabbits, Kobe and Bento. I write about my hedonistic ways and I love the mantra "Eat well, travel often". I prefer not to write about myself in third person.


  1. vanessa french says

    wow! that sounds incredible… and check out your Autumn list – ALL DONE šŸ˜‰

    • Bunny Eats Design says

      I know. First time ever. Just in the nick of time too šŸ™‚

  2. I’ve never had fresh tamarind before either. Was it just like tamarind paste, but less strong? I’ve heard there are fresh cranberries available in Auckland now, which I really must get my hands on too.

    • Bunny Eats Design says

      Yes, if you have had tamarind paste, it’s pretty much the same consistency.

  3. Stop saying cock! Haha, I wish I had of been able to do something like this! I ate a hell of a lot of fruit while I was in Thailand. My step Mum got addicted to fresh tamarind in Thailand last year. She had it on everything!

    • Bunny Eats Design says

      Ha! The locals say cock and they don’t realize it means something else.

      Met a mab who kept roosters and he kept telling us about his cock. Hard to keep a straight face.

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