Summer in the tropics is synonymous with heat, humidity and aggravation. However, summer time is also ‘mango time’.
Every market stocks multiple varieties of mangoes. The golden beauties are piled in pyramids in wide, cane baskets.
You can smell them before you see them. Alphonso, Banganapalli, Neelam, Thothapuri, Malgova, Raspuri…so many, many varieties.
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When we were kids, my dad would stock up on mangoes every Sunday. School vacation afternoons were spent with my sisters, in the backyard, eating whole, juicy mangoes with our hands. Squeezing the pulp and scraping every bit of juice and fiber from each mango.
We had yellow, sticky mustaches and palms to show for our efforts.
Tender baby mangoes were pickled, and we had these everyday with curd rice.
We could never ever have enough of this delicious fruit. After marriage, I discovered that my husband’s family were mango lovers too! So the saga continues.
Mangoes are one of the greatest joys of an Indian summer, especially eating them with your hands!