I saw a Misbelief Tree on Marginy and St.Claude one day that had me wanting to knock on the door or climb the fence to get a few branches of the tasty sweet fruit. I’m sure the property owners had to be a transplant (someone who moved to New Orleans from another state) because no sane New Orleans person would ever have a tree bearing fruit. It breaks my heart to see so many trees with rotten fruit as if they are not free treats from Mother Nature.
I’m still mad.. they really need to move like why?? But you what?? It’s not just transplants. Natives cut down trees after years growing tired of caring for the trees and harvest time. My Auntie cut down a pecan tree, and I nearly died, but she said it was dying or something along that line… I hope. Recently, an abandoned, overgrown lot full of berry vines, fruit trees, and vegetables was leveled out, flattened, demolished of all life… Thankfully, days prior, I was able to easily uproot a small fig tree. I planted it in a large pot, and once it gets bigger, I’ll find a lovely home for it in the yard. Since Katrina and gentrification, there aren’t enough native New Orleanians to take pride in these gifts.
Misbelief’s are a childhood favorite that had me in a many of yards trespassing is what it would be considered now, just to get my fingers on these sweet little things. I remember jumping over fences, looking out for dogs and though I never was told to get out of someone’s yard, I heard a plenty of stories about friends who were. Some who were either really brave or needed the Misbeliefs so bad they would go into yards known for dogs, mean old ladies and climb so high after seeing the ripest ones on higher branches that they fell and more than likely walking around with a fracture that set itself and giving them problems, because they could not and would not be able to tell their Mama they climbed and fell out of a Misbelief Tree. I’m sad to tell yall that on my NOLA walks I have noticed a many of trees with branches of fruit rotting and drying up, because of two things I believe; #1 the “transplants” people who relocated here have no idea what a priceless tasty delicacy they possess and #2 there are not enough natives/locals here to eat them up.
During the Misbelief Season I plan to hit different streets on my NOLA walks and go around my old school areas. I know I will find a few trees around there. These little fruit trees grow all over the city. We have one in the back yard, and the fruit is delicious, like a sweet apricot with a little kiwi or banana mixed in. Loquats are often called “misbeliefs” by local children. And the reason that I have found that makes the most sense is that Italian immigrants long ago, who may have actually brought these trees to New Orleans, called them Mespila or Nespolo, the common name in Italy. Which somehow was changed to Misbelief over time. Ours still a bit sour to eat, but they’ll be ready by Jazz Fest if not before.
If you haven’t heard of the Misbelief Show hosted by DC PauL, Oshun, Martin’ Bats’ Bradford, Malik Bartholomew, & J. Steel on WBOK and https://themisbelief.podbean.com/ check them out, they are known for their love of the New Orleans fruit so much they named their show after it!
… I’ve heard them being called Chinese plum, Japanese plum, loquat, japonica… but did you know that only people in New Orleans (and maybe only people of a particular generation in New Orleans) call them Misbeliefs?
… you’ve probably seen them… they seldom grow in your own yard, but haphazardly with wild branches from the yard of the shotgun house right next to your grandma’s. It kinda bled onto her property because nobody actually planted the tree or took care of it… but it served its purpose… why “Misbelief” tho?
…Some say that Italian immigrants actually brought these trees to New Orleans. They called them “Mespilus” or “Nespolo,” the common name in Italy. A Google search for these two names shows a very similar and related fruit, but not quite the same as a Misbelief. The flowers do not look the same to me. But what sounds right to me is a New Orleanian mispronunciation of a word in another language… What sounds right is for care, detail, and history to forget something so unique that freely produces beauty and bittersweetness in its season… or maybe it’s just a loquat… What’s your Misbelief story? #TheMisbelief
DC Paul is also known for his New Orleans liquor-infused Misbelief punch, and it’s so good.
To get you some of TheMisbeLief Punch, emaiL or orders.
We need to educate people on this Nola Grown Sweet Treat and continue to pass down the tradition of grabbing a few branches to snack on. The issue with neighborhoods in New Orleans now is that we are losing the village mentality. Our children can not directly go into a neighbors yard to pick fruit off their tree without risking their lives. Back in the day, the worst consequence was being greeted by a dog o. Or being yelled at for jumping a fence to get in someone’s yard. This only happened if you forgot to close their gate or spat seeds on the ground.
If you have a Misbelief (Loquat/ChinesePlum) tree in your yard, please pick the fruit and ask DC Paul and Froot Nola for a Misbelief Fruit recipe!
Host an event like Kid’s Pick a Treat Party, a picking contest, and so on. They will love it. Plus, you will not have a tree with rotten fruit or a yard of fruit droppings and possibly no more Misbeliefs for the rest of the season.
You can give them away or sell the fruit at the farmer’s market as well.
If all else fails, holla at me, I’ll gladly pick and eat anytime. Lol
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