Now the story behind the food. There was once this poor girl who lived in an island in Maldives. These Kulhavah were grown in her house, and she loved eating them. It can be eaten in its slightly sour green green stage or overly ripe stage. Anyway, one day the King discovered her and fell in love with her and took her to live in Male' in his Palace. After years passed by one of the islanders went to visit the Queen, ( the girl) and took a basket of Kulhavah as a present. She took the Kulhavah and turned it around her hands and smelled and goes, what is this? is this a fruit? how do you eat it? Is it grown on a bush or a tree? . Apparently she had forgotten all about her beloved fruit and her simple life before she became a queen.
Anyway, I love this fruit, not many people do, in my house my nieces and nephews turn their noses to the smell and my brother in law runs away a mile, when he gets a whiff of the smell. My aunt and I share the same love for this, so when ever she comes over to Male' or I go to Kulhudhufushi we try to get some to enjoy . She makes juice out of it, a sweet sour tasting drink .... I like the overly ripe ones , mashed with sugar and fresh coconut.
|mashing up the kulhavah|
|Sweet Mashed Kulhavah with sugar and freshly grated coconut|