Taste of Place (The Lúcuma Edition)

Taste and smell are evocative, visceral. They take me away to other times and places,  conjuring up revelatory moments and transcendental flavors: mango (firm, perfect and unstringy in Mexico—my first), green beans (garlicky and crisp, Spain), shrimp (buttery and “barbecued” in New Orleans), chicken tamales (D.C. Yes, D.C.), passion fruit (tangy and billowy in pie, Venezuela). I cannot drink Corbières without remembering a particularly indulgent evening at a Brooklyn bistro. (Rebecca, you know the one.) And being in the same room with steamed mussels brings back a particularly nasty evening in Paris spent mainly on the floor of my hotel bathroom.  

So it is with the taste of lúcuma. (The transcendental part, not the vomity part.)

Custardy, caramelly, cashewy, lúcuma means Chile, my birthday and a surreal evening with one of the country’s famous chefs, Coco Pacheco, who made dinner for me and my friends in some fancy-car dealer’s home in the mountains above Santiago. Lúcuma was the key ingredient of my birthday cake. It was swirled into whipped cream, slathered between and on top of the white cake layers and covered with crushed nuts. It was unusual and divine. My friends told me it was a fruit but it tasted like a nut. Its name had no English translation. Unfortunately, out of Chile (and Peru), lúcuma also was unattainable— one of those mythic foods that I have discovered on the road over the years and which have managed to escape globalization’s dragnet. 

Until now. On a recent hard-target search for passion fruit purée at my local bodega, I came across frozen lúcuma pulp! Goya sells 14-ounce packages of the frozen fruit, which is brown, sweet, gooey and kind of gross-looking when thawed. I bought every package they had, blowing off the passion fruit tart I had promised to make for a dinner party and instead whipping up a batch of homemade lúcuma ice cream to serve with a fresh peach pie. It was a nutty, caramel-custard, creamy hit.

The recipe, based on one for vanilla ice cream that came with my Rival ice cream maker, is here, on the recipe page.  As an added bonus, try our Lucuma Custard Cream Tart. [NB: I have made every attempt to corner the lúcuma market in D.C., so if you cannot find it, blame me.] 


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Rebecca says:

    Also, if the lucuma pulp doesn’t look so appetizing, opening the bag smells like opening a package of brown sugar.

  2. Verenice says:

    I love lucuma!! I’m peruvian and this is my childhood favorite. Where in DC did you find it if you don’t mind sharing ?? I had just spent an hour last week raving about lucuma to my boss when we were talking about ice cream flavors and he claims I exagerate. There is no exageration when it comes to lucuma.

    1. Kate says:

      Hi Verenice! I can go on and on about lucuma for hours as well. And no one, until now, has believed me. I cornered the market on Mt Pleasant Street (the one next to 7-11). I have asked the owners to order more, but so far they have only stocked additional parchita and guanabana (which I also begged for). They carry frozen mango and tamarind, as well — and those I have also found at Giant in Columbia Heights. I think that if enough of us ask at markets that carry Goya products, we might be able to bring more to town so we can all taste the magic!

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