I can tell Durham is catching up with the times when I start seeing mangoes at the grocery store regularly. This week, they were also on sale, 2 for a dollar, so I bought some for me and the girls. These mangoes are from Mexico or Chile usually. Not as good as the Philippine Mango, but when you haven’t had Philippine mango in almost a decade, you’d be glad to get any kind. Luckily some of them were still hard and green, so I got a couple of those for me too. The girls ate their mangoes ripe and sweet and scooped out of the hull. For me, this was my chance to eat the green, crunchy ones with chili salt. The girls always look at me strangely when I eat fruits with salt or vinegar. I keep extolling the flavors of salted watermelon or pomegranate; crisp granny smith apples or jicama dipped in vinegar; of green mangoes dipped in shrimp paste, or in this case salt with chili paste; but they won’t take my word for it nor would they hardly try it. So I am left my lonesome to enjoy the tastes of my childhood. I sure miss my mom, sisters and aunt who would gladly dip anything green and sour in vinegar and salt. My Aunt Lisa would actually drink the vinegar afterwards, she says it’s good for lowering cholesterol and high blood pressure. I don’t know how true that is though. My mouth waters as I think about this. I think I’ll go back by the store and see if they have anymore 🙂
Sorry about the skimpy slices, we had almost eaten all of it, before I remembered to take a photo. By the way, I did get Jade to try a piece dipped in plain salt and she actually liked it! The Clone liked it too, but without the salt, just the crunchy mango. Asi was asleep (as usual) so she missed out.