Yesterday I bought a huge organic mango at the store, but have still not gotten up the nerve to eat it. Instead I have opened the fridge several times, and stared at the mango suspiciously.

No matter how many times I buy a mango, cut it up, and eat it, it always strikes me as a very weird thing to do. I literally remember every time the first time I ever ate it, at Wendy's mom's house when I was in my 30s. It is almost as if part of my brain is saying, "I don't think this lumpy green thing is food" and the other part of my brain is saying "Yes it is, remember that time we had it a few years ago, and it was good?" Then I look at it trying to figure out how to cut it, always mystified by the size and placement of the pit, where the stringy parts are, etc.

Needless to say, buying mangos in Iceland was even harder for me to come to terms with.

Of course, once I get a piece properly cut and manage somehow to get the slimy texture into my mouth, it always taste really good. Which is the thing I force myself to remember.


I don't know if you meant for your post to be funny but I found it to bring a smile to my face.
I am of Mexican heritage and mango's are something we eat a lot and I enjoy eating them. But how in the world are they able to sell mango's in Iceland?
But like you I find it weird cutting them up because of the weird shape. So I just peal it and go straight into eating it without pealing it. Of course it makes a mess but to me it's all part of the experience.
Lissy said…
It was indeed meant to be funny, but glad also to hear your idea about just biting right into it!

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