I wrote this many years ago, in the rich, riotous throes of Miami mango season, long before Covid-19 altered life for all of us. Even in these dark, uncertain days, it’s mango season once again. Savor the sweetness and believe in the bright, sunny days to come.
I’d intended a loftier, more literary tone and look for this post. The mangos had other plans.
I love mangos and I’m not the only one. Florida was the first state in the union to grow them, starting around 1830. Horticultural hottie David Fairchild considered them “one of the most delicious fruits in the world.” Mango evokes the tang of peach, a tinge of carrot and the tartness of citrus, with a sweet, juicy stickiness all its own.
I was reminded of this when I sliced the mangos for this photo. The goal was to show the fruit’s rich golden flesh as well as the sunset shades of its skin. Well. There were juice issues. It was all over my hands, all over my mouth because I’m only human and can’t resist.
Ahem, here is where I’d planned a Henry James tie-in. As one of his characters in The Ambassadors exhorts, “Live all you can. It’s a mistake not to.” Mangos are messy, as is life, but you wouldn’t want to avoid all the sweet, juicy pleasure they both bring.
See? Literary. However, taking this photograph was more involved than I’d anticipated, and while I worked, I put on a CD — Pulp, one of my favorite bands. By the time I’d reached the cut “Underwear,” the whole mood had veered well away from Henry James. On the upside, I knew how I wanted to do the picture.
There are mango cheesecakes and mango salsas and this simple mango and arugula salad, but trust me, mangos are best eaten plain, in all their succulent simplicity, in the bathtub, naked. It’s sensual and saves on your laundry bill.