
Chikoo Fruit and Milk Shake Recipe
Chikoo Fruit and Milk Shake is sold on the streets of Ahmedabad, India. I used to enjoy this cooling and filling drink while biking back from school. The fruit milk shake laarivala has a stall with many fruits and are ready with their blenders to make a juicy milk shake on demand! Mango, Chikoo, Banana, Strawberry and whatever is in season. If you are lucky they have chikoo!
Rita Jamshed Kapadia
Serves 1
1 cup / glass of cold milk
Hand full of Ice
2 Chikoo fruit – peeled and pit taken out
Suger if needed. I find the sweetness of the chikoo is enough for me
Put all of above in a blender and blend till frothy.
Serve topped with a scoop of vanilla or chikoo icecream
Some background on the Chikoo:

This is a story about a place made interesting by a fruit
Bachi J Karkaria
It is the ultimate laid-back experience, but for me it started as a power trip. Literally, I discovered this unbelievable idyll just a 3-hr train ride away from Mumbai, when the equally incredible Nergis Irani launched a one-woman crusade against the thermal power plant being set up by the Bombay Suburban Electric Supply in Dahanu, the chikoo bowl of Maharashtra. I had passed Gholvad several times on train journeys to Ahmedabad—quaint, sleepy stations characterised by locals selling small baskets of just-picked fruit and bundles of lemongrass and peppermint leaves with which Parsis flavour their tea. I had no idea of the deep, dark groves that lay beyond the pedestrian platform.
Then Nargis Irani descended on my office like a Persian army. Her feisty Irani genes made up for whatever she lacked in the ‘warrior-queen’ department. As an environmentalist, she would have fought such desecration anywhere, but in the Gholvad she had an emotional stake, as these chikoo orchards had been planted by the Iranis, many of whom had cleared the grass-covered tracts with their bare hands when they had arrived here a hundred or so years ago. This tough, if rustic, race had been impoverished by discrimination in their native Iran and they too made the journey that their fellow Zoroastrians, the Parsis, had made nearly a millennium earlier. Some set up tea shops in Mumbai, but the more intrepid fanned into the interior, confident that land was land, even if in an alien country. With their own input of hard work, they were certain that it would sustain them, as it had their fore-fathers back home.
