What is it?


For those of you who have never lived in the Southern Hemisphere, this might seem like a new exotic fruit... or vegetable. In fact, I have eaten this several times in Mozambique. When they are fresh and green like this one, you sometimes see them in the market. Usually they just grow wild and people gather them for stews. I don't know anyone who actually plants them, though I'm sure you could.


To register your guess, go to the actual MozamWeek site. Then click to comment on this post an follow the instructions.

Hint: You can buy it at Wal-Mart and you may already have one at home!

Comments

  1. JeniBJuly 13, 2010

    See, this is where you post a comment. Try it! I'd love seeing you communicating with me here!

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  2. AnonymousJuly 13, 2010

    here Kanner JAG MIG sminkad DET Gubben Arne SOM svarar OCH redan vet
    VAD DET Kanner JAG MIG sminkad .... Tre vligt Att fa möjligt Att skriva Till dig Jeni vi uppskattar dig jättemycket DU AR EN FANTSTISK Kvinna tur VID t Mikael haffade gräva . Hälsa Mikael OCH Barnen
    en bamsekram fran Farfar O SVÄRFAR / ARNE

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  3. ChristyJuly 14, 2010

    Looks like a zucchini or a skinny watermelon?

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  4. JeniBJuly 15, 2010

    You wouldn't eat this at HOME! Probably would only find an old dried one on sale in the non-food sections...

    Arne, jätte kram tilbaka! Från os alla!

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  5. CrickettJuly 24, 2010

    Is it an odd-shaped gourd?

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