Wondrous Word

christophine (chayote)
the pear-shaped fruit of a West Indian annual vine (Sechium edule) of the gourd family that is widely cultivated as a vegetable; also :  the plant —called also chayote squash, christophene, mirlitonmerriam-webster.com/dictionary/chayote
eddoes
a taro corm or plant, especially of a West Indian variety with many edible cormlets.google.com/search?q=eddo&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8
cassava
1. A shrubby tropical American plant (Manihot esculenta) widely grown for its large, tuberous, starchy roots.
2. The root of this plant, eaten as a staple food in the tropics only after leaching and drying to remove cyanide. Cassava starch is also the source of tapioca. In both senses also called manioc, yuca.thefreedictionary.com/cassava

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Unknown said…
All foods. I've only heard of cassava. Did they all come from the same book?
August 5, 2015 at 12:22 PM
bermudaonion said…
Cassava sounds familiar but I couldn't define it. The other two words are new to me.
August 5, 2015 at 4:13 PM
Tea said…
Thanks for stopping by. The words came from The Star Side Of Bird Hill by Naomi Jackson.

Yep, cassava seemed familiar to me also. Not the other two.
August 7, 2015 at 6:40 AM
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