The scrumptious mango. Its season is pretty much over. The photo does this mango no justice. It's ready to go because sugar-encrusted juice is dripping down its hind end. The mango encourages sloppy eating, stained arms and lips. It's indescribable. Somehow the cafes in Cairo will have access to really delicious mango juice all year, but for us pedestrians, it's over.
Funeral flowers or cauliflower? Oh, methinks it's a big load of cauliflower! We were in motion, so the photo isn't the greatest, but I think you get the idea. You might also note that there are lines painted on the road, and it appears that drivers are staying within the lines in that frozen moment in time. Don't you dare be fooled by that. Be assured that a split-second later we were almost breathing cauliflower.
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I love mango, but I never buy it because cutting the meat from the seed is like trying to pull a rifle from Charlton Heston's hands before they're cold and dead (Is that in poor taste? He's still alive, right?) But, I've recently discovered that the grocery store sells very fresh pre-sliced mango! It's the best thing ever. Now I eat mango every day! Can you get the pre-sliced stuff there???
Great photograph of the truck. When you click on it, you can see an orange and yellow decorative border and what looks like maybe bas-relief images in the right tail light.
Ha-ha about the pre-sliced and about Charlton Heston. Well, maybe you could get pre-sliced here. They do import canned Dole items, after all. If you're willing to pay ten bucks for it. At the very least, we'll get ya some juice.
The mangoes here slice more easily than any I've ever tried to handle at home. Really, they are that good. Sigh.
Credit to James for the cauliflower photo. You're so right about clicking on it for a closer look, k.
A mango compromise.
I too find mangoes messy to cut into--but our family always ate them cut into thirds. (We then cut grids into the two end pieces and could just scoop out the delicious mango squares.) Someone, however, still had to contend with the seed. There are, I suppose, more difficult contentions.
I'm the official seed contender in this household. Over the sink. Messily.
That sounds grosser than I meant it to sound. We will all ignore it.
I have some tricks for easy mango fruit retrieval. You bring me a fresh mango, and I'll show you how it's done. Seriously.
Kate, please, please promise me you'll write a book called, "You Bring Me a Fresh Mango, and I'll Show You How It's Done."
Despite sending me to the emergency room one fine sunday with my throat closing and my face having grown extra large eye lids, the mango is my favorite food. Also, despite being city-fied (can St. Louis city-fy a person?), I still think of Grandma referring to bell peppers every time I hear someone say mango.
Yeah, -- a mango will always be a green pepper to this southern illinois girl--ki
Grandma Betty is not alone! We just performed a quick Internet search. Check out this link about the use of the word "mango" to refer to green peppers:
http://www.foodreference.com/html/fmango.html
-S & B
Fascinating! It's amazing how a word can be passed on like that. Grandpa was a miner, so maybe this reference came from that! Wow. But there really is nothing like Granny's voice and way of speaking. She's got one of the best and sweetest voices.
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