Growing up in Michigan, I never really saw a mango. I remember seeing my roommate’s friend eating one when we were in college and I wondered what the heck it was. As with most things, it wasn’t until I reached California that I was able to explore so many wonderfully ‘new’ fruits and vegetables. The sweet and creamy mango flesh is quickly becoming my favorite fruit.
Joe’s mother made dinner for us the other night and gave us two perfectly ripe mangoes as we were leaving. When the first piece hit my tongue the next day, I knew instantly that I had mango fever!
