Mango season is upon us. People start eating them green (with salt) and in quantities that are surprising. As the fruit turns from hard green to a soft yellow and orangish color, the enthusiasm reaches it’s almost euphoric climax and then starts to fade and proud Mango tree owners then start giving them away to wanting (at the start and then a few weeks later weary from many mangos) visitors.
I personally don’t like to eat mangos very much. I personally prefer to eat drink them in liquid form as fruit juice or something like that.
My wife claims that I said, while sleeping last night: “No me des mango. No me gustan” which, when translated means: “Don’t give me any mangos. I don’t like them.”
“I hear… the secrets that you keep… when you’re talking in your sleep….”
