This isn’t my first mango of the season. It is delicious though.
I have been trying to allow myself small indulgences on the weekly grocery shop. Without an income and while stretching my savings out as far as they’ll go, this isn’t always easy to do, but I can afford a single mango every second or third shop.
I only get them when they’re good. Properly ripe, firm but not too firm. Made the mistake of buying one that was too firm once - never again.
It is really nice though, to just have something to enjoy for a few minutes, that is only available when the weather is teetering on the edge of too hot. That is symbolic of the best that the season has to offer.
What could be more sublime, after all, than that stray drip of mango nectar dripping off your chin? Than slicing each cheek into cubes and inverting them, for bite-size chunks ready to eat? The messiness, the sweetness, the satisfaction as it settles into the pit of your stomach reassuring you that all is delightfully well?
That mango was really good.
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