Mangoes, or Fruit of the Gods

Okay, I know last year I said oranges were my favorite fruit. I was wrong. Mangoes definitely are. Up to last summer, I had only ever had dried and sweetened mangoes from a bag. I always thought those were yummy, but I didn't realize the full joy that is mango-eating.

Thanks to Jenna, one of my siblings-in-law, my tune has changed. I had a small dinner party last summer, and Jenna came early to help. She brought a mango, and while she was cutting it, told me about how much she loves mangoes and how often she ate them when she first lived in Hawaii. So I tried my first fresh mango ever. The flavor burst in my mouth was unforgettable. I had to have more! I think Jenna was excited that I was excited, and so although she was planning to share the mango with everyone in our small party, we ended up eating the whole thing ourselves!

And now I'm hooked. I like to just stand at my kitchen counter, eating very ripe mangoes. I like them to be so ripe that the juice gets all over my hands. I think it's the only food I like to get messy with, and interestingly enough, it's the only fruit I like at room temperature (Besides bananas, of course. I don't eat those much, anyway.).

My roommate even notices that I eat an unusual amount of mangoes. When I bought my first mango of the season, she said, "Mangoes again, huh?" Yes! Mangoes again! What can I say? I'm overjoyed that they're in season now, and I'm not going to let another 26 years go by without getting my fill.

Thanks, Jenna, for introducing me to a little bit of heaven!


Thing I'm thankful for: the fun, new siblings I get when my biological siblings get hitched!