When the season of jack fruits presents itself, with the heady smell of the fruit wafting in the air, i'm reminded of Mysuru. The chips that are available at stores here in Bengaluru are hard and improperly fried.
A friend used to get home-made jack fruit chips for us. And we made it a point to remind him to do so even if he forgot. That's when i actually started enjoying then.
We used to fight for our share, or rather, for more than our share. I can taste them now. Fried to a perfect level, the sweetness of the fruit, the gentle sprinkling of salt and red chilli powder.