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What is calabashes?
a calabash is a hard shelled gourd that grows on trees in the tropical region of the earth.
its basically breaded fried chicken fingers.. Calabash-style seafood (or chicken) is prominent across the coast of North Carolina. It's named after a town called Calabash in …North Carolina's southeastern corner. As opposed to a heavier beer batter, Calabash-style seafood is lightly breaded with flour and quickly fried.
Calabash is named for the gourds grown in the area, which were used for drinking well water.
In Northsouth and central america
Calabash has no antonyms.
In Hawaii, calabash or Hananai family is people or someone who isn't related to you, but you claim them as your aunty, uncle, sister, brother, cousin etc.
NARRATOR 1: Once there was a woman named Shindo, who lived in a village at the foot of a snow-capped mountain. NARRATOR 4: Her husband had died, and she had no children, so sh…e was very lonely. NARRATOR 2: And she was always tired too, for she had no one to help with the chores. NARRATOR 3: All on her own, she NARRATOR 1: cleaned the hut, NARRATOR 4: cleaned the yard, NARRATOR 2: tended the chickens, NARRATOR 3: washed her clothes in the river, NARRATOR 1: carried water, NARRATOR 4: cut firewood, NARRATOR 2: and cooked her solitary meals. NARRATOR 3: At the end of each day, Shindo gazed up at the snowy peak and prayed. SHINDO: Great Mountain Spirit! My work is too hard. Send me help! NARRATOR 1: One day, Shindo was weeding her small field by the river, where she grew vegetables and bananas and gourds. Suddenly, a noble chieftain appeared beside her. CHIEFTAIN: I am a messenger from the Great Mountain Spirit. NARRATOR 4: He handed the astonished woman some gourd seeds. CHIEFTAIN: Plant these carefully. They are the answer to your prayers. NARRATOR 2: Then the chieftain vanished. SHINDO: (skeptically, looking at the seeds in her hand) What help could I get from a handful of seeds? NARRATOR 3: Still, she planted and tended them as carefully as she could. NARRATOR 1: Shindo was amazed at how quickly the seeds grew. In just a week, long vines trailed over the ground, and ripe gourds hung from them. NARRATOR 4: Shindo brought the gourds home, sliced off the tops, and scooped out the pulp. Then she laid the gourds on the rafters of her hut to dry. NARRATOR 2: When they hardened, she could sell them at the market as calabashes, to be made into bowls and jugs. NARRATOR 3: One fine gourd Shindo set by the cook fire. This one she wanted to use herself, and she hoped it would dry faster. NARRATOR 1: The next morning, Shindo went off again to tend her field. NARRATOR 4: But meanwhile, back in the hut, NARRATOR 2: the gourds began to change. NARRATOR 3: They sprouted heads, NARRATOR 1: then arms, NARRATOR 4: then legs. NARRATOR 2: Soon they were not gourds at all. NARRATOR 3: They were--- ALL NARRATORS: children! NARRATOR 1: One boy lay by the fire, where Shindo had put the fine gourd. NARRATOR 4: The other children called to him from the rafters. CHILDREN: Ki-te-te, come help us!We'll work for our mother.Come help us, Ki-te-te,Our favorite brother! NARRATOR 2: Kitete helped his brothers and sisters down from the rafters. NARRATOR 3: Then the children started quickly on the chores. CHILD 1: Clean the hut! CHILD 2: Clean the yard! CHILD 3: Feed the chickens! CHILD 4: Wash the clothes! CHILD 5: Carry water! CHILD 6: Cut the wood! CHILD 7: Cook the meal! NARRATOR 1: All joined in but Kitete. NARRATOR 4: Drying by the fire had made the boy slow-witted. So he just sat there, smiling widely. NARRATOR 2: When the work was done, Kitete helped the others climb back on the rafters. NARRATOR 3: Then they all turned again into gourds. NARRATOR 1: That afternoon, as Shindo returned home, the other women of the village called to her. WOMAN 1: Who were those children in your yard today? WOMAN 2: Where did they come from? WOMAN 3: Why were they doing your chores? SHINDO: (angrily) What children? Are you all making fun of me? NARRATOR 4: But when she reached her hut, she was astounded. NARRATOR 2: The work was done, and even her meal was ready! NARRATOR 3: She could not imagine who had helped her. NARRATOR 1: The same thing happened the next day. As soon as Shindo had gone off, the gourds turned into children, NARRATOR 4: with heads NARRATOR 2: and arms NARRATOR 3: and legs. NARRATOR 1: The ones on the rafters called out, CHILDREN: Ki-te-te, come help us!We'll work for our mother.Come help us, Ki-te-te,Our favorite brother! NARRATOR 4: Kitete helped them down, and they did all the chores. CHILD 1: Clean the hut! CHILD 2: Clean the yard! CHILD 3: Feed the chickens! CHILD 4: Wash the clothes! CHILD 5: Carry water! CHILD 6: Cut the wood! CHILD 7: Cook the meal! NARRATOR 2: Then they climbed back to the rafters, and turned again into gourds. NARRATOR 3: Once more, Shindo came home and was amazed to see the work all done. But this time, she decided to find out who were her helpers. NARRATOR 1: The next morning, Shindo pretended to leave, but she hid beside the door of the hut and peeked in. And so she saw the gourds turn into children, NARRATOR 4: with heads NARRATOR 2: and arms NARRATOR 3: and legs. NARRATOR 1: And she heard the ones on the rafters call out, CHILDREN: Ki-te-te, come help us!We'll work for our mother.Come help us, Ki-te-te,Our favorite brother! NARRATOR 4: Kitete helped them down. As the children rushed out the door, they nearly ran into Shindo. NARRATOR 2: She was too astonished to speak, and so were the children. But after a moment, they went on with their chores. CHILD 1: Clean the hut! CHILD 2: Clean the yard! CHILD 3: Feed the chickens! CHILD 4: Wash the clothes! CHILD 5: Carry water! CHILD 6: Cut the wood! CHILD 7: Cook the meal! NARRATOR 3: When they were done, they started to climb back to the rafters. SHINDO: (urgently) No, no! You must not change back into gourds! You will be the children I never had, and I will love you and care for you! * * * NARRATOR 1: So Shindo kept the children as her own. NARRATOR 4: She was no longer lonely. NARRATOR 2: And the children were so helpful, she soon became rich, with many fields of vegetables and bananas, and flocks of sheep and goats. NARRATOR 3: That is, all were helpful but Kitete, who stayed by the fire with his simple-minded smile. NARRATOR 1: Most of the time, Shindo didn't mind. NARRATOR 4: In fact, Kitete was really her favorite, because he was like a sweet baby. NARRATOR 2: But sometimes, when she was tired or unhappy about something else, she would get annoyed and yell at him. SHINDO: You useless child! Why can't you be smart like your brothers and sisters, and work as hard as they do? NARRATOR 3: Kitete would only grin back at her. NARRATOR 1: One day, Shindo was out in the yard, cutting vegetables for a stew. As she carried the pot from the bright sunlight into the hut, she tripped over Kitete. NARRATOR 4: She fell, and the clay pot shattered. Vegetables and water streamed everywhere. SHINDO: (getting up, screaming at him) Stupid boy! Haven't I told you to stay out of my way? (derisively) But what can I expect? You're not a real child at all. You're nothing but a calabash! NARRATOR 2: The very next moment, Kitete was no longer there. NARRATOR 3: In his place was a gourd. SHINDO: (shrieking) What have I done? I didn't mean what I said! You're not a calabash, you're my own darling son! NARRATOR 1: The other children came crowding into the hut. SHINDO: Oh, children, please do something! NARRATOR 4: They looked at each other a moment. NARRATOR 2: Then over each other they climbed, scampering up to the rafters. NARRATOR 3: When the last child had been helped up by Shindo, they called out one last time, CHILDREN: Ki-te-te, come help us!We'll work for our mother.Come help us, Ki-te-te,OUR FAVORITE BROTHER! NARRATOR 1: For a long moment, nothing happened. NARRATOR 4: Then slowly, NARRATOR 2: the gourd began to change. NARRATOR 3: It sprouted a head, NARRATOR 1: then arms, NARRATOR 4: then legs. NARRATOR 2: At last, it was not a gourd at all. NARRATOR 3: It was--- SHINDO & CHILDREN: (shouting happily, as SHINDO hugs him) KITETE! * * * NARRATOR 1: Shindo learned her lesson. NARRATOR 4: Ever after, she was very careful what she called her children. NARRATOR 2: And so they gave her comfort and happiness, NARRATOR 3: all the rest of her days. By; Too EyT MaqnoLia
In the Caribbean a calabash is most often used as a container for food.
How to put calabash in a sentence
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There are several theories about this. First, "Mrs. Calabash" was part of a catch-phrase by comedian and radio star Jimmy Durante; he had a popular program during the 1930s an…d 1940s, and at the end of his show, he would say "Good night Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are." According to some explanations, it referred to Lucille Coleman, the owner of a restaurant in Calabash, North Carolina, where Durante and his troupe had stopped to eat. He loved the food and enjoyed chatting with the owner. Later, he wanted to give her a shout-out on the air, but since he did not know her name, he referred to her as "Mrs. Calabash." However, another more likely explanation is that it was a personal salute to his departed first wife, Jeanne (Olsen) Durante, who died in 1943. "Calabash" was thought to be a mangled version of "Calabasas," the California city where they made their home during the last years of her life. Years later, Durante acknowledged that "Good night Mrs. Calabash" was in fact a tribute to his late first wife, but he said it came from a trip they took, during which they stopped in a small town called Calabash, which his wife found especially charming. He began to refer to her as "Mrs. Calabash" after that.
The Calabash Hotel can be found at Beach Lane, Saint Georges, Grenada. The telephone number to book from the UK is 01603 510 000 and from the US is 201 244 7723.
On the North Carolina/South Carolina border, near the ocean, 24 miles northeast of Myrtle Beach.
Yes, it is fruit . The calabash can either be harvested young and used as a vegetable, or harvested mature, dried, and used as a bottle, utensil, or pipe. . The fresh f…ruit has a light green smooth skin and a white flesh.
Calabash Brothers was created in 1987.