Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A Mango off the Limb

I didn't know to anticipate the pleasure of a mango just off the limb.  Alone in a house in South Florida during mango season, the sound of a ripe one dropping to the ground calls me outside.  It's a tantalizing rustle and thud.  Have you any idea how satisfying it is to slice a soft mango, still warm from the sun, and sink your teeth into its fibrous flesh to suck out the juice?  Talk of flavor.  Like no mango from a grocer, that's for sure. 

 There are three mango trees in daughter Sarah's backyard.  Seven-year-old granddaughter Makayla may turn into a mango.  She eats them like apples from the ground or from a bowl,  or freshly sliced and refrigerated for an after school snack.  Young Nick, however, will have nothing to do with a mango.  It's the wrong texture and color and food group for him.  He's more likely to turn into a chicken with rice :-).  dkm




(Still remembering writing retreat at house of Sarah, daughter #2 . . . where I finished through chapter 24 while her family was at work and school . . . hooray . . . now catching up on notes taken for blog posts while there.)

3 comments:

Jane Robertson said...

I have never seen a mango growing before! (Though possibly they do grow in the north of the North Island). I'm not sure you'd want to be under one when it fell! But yum - lucky Makayla :-)

NicoleB said...

I only know fresh figs from the tree, so I can only slightly relate :D
Amazing how different kids can turn out to be :)

Patricia Lichen said...

Mmmm, warm mango, fresh from the tree...had them in Hawaii, a lifetime ago...