Lượng’s mother holding a rose red bellfruit she split open. The spongy flesh inside holds seeds.

Bellfruit

  “Well, they’re not really plums,” my husband, Lượng, said about the fruit that grew on the trees in the back of his house in the Mekong Delta. When he got to America, another Vietnamese immigrant had called them “plums,” and Lượng didn’t know any other English name. An Internet search on their Vietnamese name, “mận“, brought up…