The Mangoes In Season

This stuff is seriously addictive! From the moment that you slice into the giant fruit to break it up into manageable pieces (when the juices begin to flow down your arm and drip from your elbow without your knowledge), to the moment you sink your teeth joyfully into the juicy pulp (some of which flows uncontrollably down to your chin, perhaps again without your knowledge!), you are experiencing a version of heaven on earth. These fruits are nothing like the blander varieties of the fruit imported in bulk to the United States from other parts of the world. I could go for a Banganapalle or a Rumani any time.

Another reason for me to come home!