Conventional wisdom usually dictates:
“Don’t eat the yellow snow.”
It’s sage advice, really. And it usually makes sense considering the circumstances that cause the yellowing of snow:
However, this advice does not take into consideration my sublimely yellowy and snowy dessert: Kalamansi Granita.
Don't get all excited folks. Yes, those are kalamansi limes
you see in the picture above. But no,
they are not from my kalamansi tree Kaladocious Kalamansi IV. Kal didn't exactly come through for me this
year. He's a failure. Kal's fruit only got as big as the "O" on your
keyboard. Go ahead and look down at your
keys, I'll still be here when you look back up at your screen.
Tiny right? As soon as Kal's kalamansi got that big, they just up and died. I don't know what went wrong, but maybe Kal needs another year of maturity before he starts producing actual fruit, or maybe the neighbor's cat peed on him one too many times. Poor bastard (Kal, not the cat).
Anyways, ever since I got Kal, I've had all these Kalamansi ideas floating around in my head and I didn't want them all to go by the wayside just because Kal sucks at his job. So last time I was at my parents' house, I went into their backyard and filled a couple of plastic bags full of kalamansi from my mom's tree (I'm hoping jealousy is a motivator for Kal).
Seeing that I love Filipino ingredients and booze, I decided to combine both of these things for my first Kalamansi recipe: Kalamansi Infused Vodka.
The Wife and I will be on vacation for the next couple of weeks. We are traveling to Paris, Rome, and environs in between.
In the meantime, please keep an eye on my Kalamansi Tree, Kaladocious Kalamansi IV. I've watered him just this morning, so hopefully he's still green upon our return.
He probably doesn't look much different from the last time you saw him. But if you look a little closer...
The beginnings of Kalamansi limes.
He's alive! He's aliiiiiive!!!
Uh, talk to you in a couple of weeks.
I've been on a mission as of late. I've been scouring Asian markets, inquiring over the phone to my grandmother, and tip-toeing through my mom's garden. I've been looking for a tree, a tree that is abundant in the Philippines yet elusive, at least to me, here in SoCal. I've been searching high and low for a Kalamansi tree.
The fruit of the Kalamansi tree resembles a tiny, miniature orange, yet produces a sour juice similar to that of a lime. A squeeze, a squirt, or a spritz of its nectar brightens up any dish - from pancit, to miki, to fish. I needed these mini spheres of sourness in my kitchen.
After my initial searches turned up fruitless (Ha!), I did the next logical thing, I Googled it. Google, I love you so! I found out that I could either order a Kalamansi tree online and have it delivered to me, or I could check out the nursery of my local hardware store. Now while the logistics of having a tree shipped to my doorstep intrigued me, I figured I would visit my hardware store first just to be sure.
I had very low expectations when I ventured out to the hardware store; I was fairly certain a Kalamansi tree had no business being there. A citrus tree indigenous to the Philippines sharing a nursery with ficus, ferns, and garden gnomes in a common hardware store?!! Pinoy, please!
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