We looove mangoes in this house. All except TRH (The Retired Husband). I don’t understand that. For many years we travelled to Queensland for holidays to visit my family. They lived on the outskirts of Gympie and had many huge mango trees growing on their property. If we were there in season, fresh mangoes were plentiful and an essential part of the diet several times a day. Off season I raided the freezer where there was a store of mango pulp. I have been known to bring bagfuls of it home even. If travelling by car it had to survive several days on the road.
I learnt the trick of packing it well. Although no longer frozen when we got home, it was still fridge cold.
Now that we no longer have family there, we are confined to buying them. They’re not cheap so we eat a lot less of them. Until today. Christopher arrived home with a boxful after work. 56 in fact. The store had to get rid of them so he picked them up for $20. That’s super cheap. Given they were shop rejects, we had to deal with them quickly.
This is how we spent a couple of hours today. We still have 16 in the fridge waiting to be eaten!
© Raili Tanska