Now don't
get all iffy on me. Nary a naughty drop
has passed these lips -( if you're used to thinking a schooner of liquid amber
and the like).
On the
other hand, there is a
liquid amber of which I dream. Well it
can be liquid. Can be solid. Or somewhere in between. I speak, Dear Reader, of the Majesty of the
Mango. That too, the rippling, dripping,
sweet and succulent Indian varieties.
Once tasted, spoiled for all the rest.
(Sorry OZ).
I had the
temerity, once, to claim I had overcome mangoholism. It can be beat.
I know, because I have done it.
That is, until the season starts.
Now this season is here and the
twitching has begun.
If there
is even a whiff of mango on the air, my nose is after it like any bloodhound's.
Our ashram trees, of which there are many and of differing varieties, have yet
to yield their crop. However, in the
markets, the early growers are out and about and charging a good price for
those needy enough to pay. That would
include me.
How to
describe the taste? That's like trying
to describe God. It's as individual as
the experiencer. But I can tell you
this. Something close to ecstasy
happens.
I leave
you with the picture.
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| MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ango!!! |
Oh, yes, the magical mango. The amazing taste, and the beautiful perfume of it on the air...
ReplyDeleteI have never been able to cut one as shown in your photo, although I've watched it being done, and tried to do it. Ah well, it isn't looks I'm after, it's taste!
K
Mango, makes a man go. Love mangoes. Had my fair share of Kensington and calypso's this summer.
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteKay - ssluurrpy! Oh I can do all sorts of cheffy things for piccies. But behind the lens it's into the sink and suck that baby dry..*8-0>
Mahal - go the Kensington. Calypso - not so hot. Each to their own. :-7