Allow me to express how much I love mango. I have many fond childhood memories of my mother coming home from work during the Summer with a bag of beautifully ripe mangoes in tow. She would deftly cut around the large seed, score the two outer thirds, and present them to my brother, sister, and I. Our hands would be sticky, our upper lips mustached with orange pulp, and our smiles rife with the fibers as we enjoyed mango after mango until we were stuffed. My mother saved the middle part with the seed, or the buto as we called it in Tagalog, for herself, unwrapping the sliver of skin around it like a delectable gift and then chewing the more tart flesh around the seed with closed-eyed contentment.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
In Austin, we have been spoiled with weather reminiscent of an actual Spring, with rain, cool, cloudy mornings, water in our brooks, lakes, and rivers, extended wildflower bloomings, and temperatures floating somewhere between 70 and 85 on a daily basis. Which is totally not normal. Which is why the extremely tardy appearance of Summer has completely blindsided so many of us here. Now, temperatures are shackled between the 90s and 100+, and that's before we even take humidity into account, and walking outside during the day is less a recreational activity than a necessary evil. [wrings out sweat-soaked bandanna]