| I thought tamarinds were made to eat, but
that was probably not the idea. I ate several, and it seemed to me that
they were rather sour that year. They pursed up my lips, till they resembled
the stem-end of a tomato, and I had to take my sustenance through a quill
for twenty-four hours. They sharpened my teeth till I could have shaved
with them, and gave them a "wire edge" that I was afraid would
stay; but a citizen said "no, it will come off when the enamel does"
-- which was comforting, at any rate. I found, afterward, that only strangers
eat tamarinds -- but they only eat them once. - Roughing It |
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