This has nothing to do with sheep, or animals at all. It has nothing to do with farm life and nothing to do with the bed and breakfast. Today, while grocery shopping at the local CoOp in St. Paul, a strange fruit was observed. I had just glimpsed at this on the internet as a posting on facebook and paid little attention to it. Not in a million years did I think anything quite so exotic would ever make its way to the little town of St. Paul, but there it was. I looked at the price of $6.49 and thought, "Oh, why not?", so into the cart it went.
On the way home there was an amazing smell of lemony flowers in the car. I asked my son, Travis, if he smelled it and he thought it might be his hair gel. So, I gave it no more thought, but upon unpacking the groceries, the fruit, called Buddha's hand, was what smelled so amazing. I read a lot about it on the internet, from its unique history to the fascinating uses it has today. So, I broke a finger off and gave it a nibble. It was spicy, hot, citrusy and floral all at once. It is like eating lemon peel only without the fruit inside. I loved it. Sitting beside me, I recognized the aroma and tried to place it. Then it struck me. Boronia, the Australian/Tasmanian wildflower! It smelled like Boronia, my utmost, absolute favourite flower, especially the brown Boronia. When the needly leaves of Boronia are crushed, the indeed smell citrusy too and the flowers are what Heaven must smell like. If you get a chance to try it, Bhudda's hand is well worth the money. Simply Heavenly.
On the way home there was an amazing smell of lemony flowers in the car. I asked my son, Travis, if he smelled it and he thought it might be his hair gel. So, I gave it no more thought, but upon unpacking the groceries, the fruit, called Buddha's hand, was what smelled so amazing. I read a lot about it on the internet, from its unique history to the fascinating uses it has today. So, I broke a finger off and gave it a nibble. It was spicy, hot, citrusy and floral all at once. It is like eating lemon peel only without the fruit inside. I loved it. Sitting beside me, I recognized the aroma and tried to place it. Then it struck me. Boronia, the Australian/Tasmanian wildflower! It smelled like Boronia, my utmost, absolute favourite flower, especially the brown Boronia. When the needly leaves of Boronia are crushed, the indeed smell citrusy too and the flowers are what Heaven must smell like. If you get a chance to try it, Bhudda's hand is well worth the money. Simply Heavenly.
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