I ate a mango today. Not just any mango but the FIRST mango picked from one of the two mango trees in our back yard. Up to this point, I've always stood over the mango bin at the grocery store in Utah staring, squeezing, smelling, and trying to figure out what the color of the ideal mango is. In Utah, my chance at getting a sweet, juicy, ripe mango was about 40%My process in Laie is thus...
- Stare longingly at the half a dozen green mangoes in the two trees in our backyard.
- Find a step stool and a long stick to help me get one of the green mangoes out of the tree and into my hand.
- Set the green mango, which was rock hard on the kitchen counter.
- Wait 10 days, gently squeezing the mango daily to judge its squishiness.
- When patience runs out, peel and slice the mango.
- Enjoy sweet, joyful bliss of a home grown mango.
Even better, I put some mango slices in the stash of fresh pineapple in the fridge. By lunchtime, it was heavenly pineapple/mango bliss. Better than candy.
The rest of the mangos on our trees do not have a chance. Next up, bananas... the first showed up on the tree a week ago.
