During my childhood days, we would climb a particular tamarind tree near the river because it bears sweet fruit. The owners of the tree did not mind at all because they had no liking at the fruit much to our delight. Those were the times when we still got to enjoy some fresh free picks.
One time, someone gave me a pack of processed tamarind fruits. I forgot to ask about its place of origin but I got curious because it got chili. I don't know how spicy it could get until I tasted that one. And whew! It was like burning hot.
Eventually, I was able to finish the entire pack but I had to take only a couple of pieces because I found it hard to withstand its being spicy.
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