I'm a man who takes his mangos seriously... once in Mali after a week of ranting about how much I loved them, my buddy Mamaye Daff (wonder where he is right now?) took me to his cousin's place, having told his cousin that he had an American friend who really liked mangos. As we sat on the porch waiting for his cousin, a whit Toyota pickup pulled up, containing the aforementioned cousin... I glanced into the bed of the pickup and flinched; it was full to the brim, 700+ mangos give or take a couple hundred. They were very big and VERY VERY good; I think I ate five, with only minimal digestive repercussions.
In St. Croix this February I had some tough hairy (if you are a true mango lover you know what a hairy fibrous mango is like) delicious mangos barely bigger then walnuts.
Used to have a friend who UPSed me 20 lb. boxes from her tree in Miami, they were VERY good. The best mangos I've had this side of Africa or the Caribbean.
Every year in May I go to Waltham in to buy a few boxes of very good Mexican mangos when they are in season.
And then my mango world changed.
This Tuesday, when I hit Waltham for some killer food at Kebab and Tandoor I drifted over to the Indian grocery stores on Moody. Picked up two boxes of Mexican mangos for $9pp and they were very good as usual this time of year.
But one of the stores had cool white boxes with pale yellow and green graphics: "Are those INDIAN mangos I asked?" "Oh yes, but they are not ripe, let them rest for a few days."
I only bot one, cause it was hard and green, in my experience not auspicious for a mango.
5 days later, a few brief moments ago I et it. I only intended to eat 1/2 and save some for later. Hah.
What a remarkable, fragrant, tasty mango. Luscious, sexy, a bit acrid, I can still taste it on my tongue and in the back of my throat. I've not had mango that good since I was in Africa, and maybe never...
Can't imagine they'll last long, but one thing is sure, I'll be back in Waltham this week.