I love mangoes , always have ever since I was a young boy growing up in Brazil from the years of two to eight. It was such an exotic place, filled with so many lush, colorful and memorable moments that even today I can conjure up and back though a bit fizzy still quite vivid and intoxicating. Anyway, I ate an entire mango earlier.
My wife had got it at her elementary school and brought it home about a week ago. She was given this mango and not liking them herself she brought it home especially for me knowing my love of them. She had already reminded me twice to eat it as she spotted it on our dining room table in our fruit bowl along with two ovocados and some apples and bananas. You could see the pain and panic registering in her eyes as she spied it still there. She was thinking to herself " why has he not eaten it yet? Will he eat it while it is still good? Will I have to throw it out later?!
I knew that I would find time to really enjoy this lone mango this weekend. I wanted to enjoy it, not rush through it too quickly. There's an art to eating a mango that makes my eyes twinkle with recognition, a bit of that " bad boy " glee in my eyes, too. It's erotic, really the act of eating a ripe mango. How many of you have ? Most people get the frozen pieces in bags at Trader Joes and places like that. I do enjoy those, too but that's a completely different experience.
I spied the mango earlier and said to myself : now. It's time to enjoy this mango. I got a sharp knife and proceeded to slice the green/brown/yellow/red shiny skin off and I could feel it's ripeness and yet still firmness. It was starting to run over my left fingers as the right peeled. My fingers started to sink a touch into it's yellow flesh. I knew it would be messy : I knew I would become involved : I already was. I sliced two pieces off and ate them. I called out to my son and offered him a slice twice, he declined. So I pressed on and my fingers sunk more as the mangoe's juices began to run and stick even more now to my fingers. I was losing my grip on the mango.
I took matters into my own mouth when I sunk my teeth into the exposed yellow flesh. My teeth sunk a millisecond before they hit the thick, large seed. I ran my teeth along the seed and sucked and the fine hair of the seed brushed them and some got stuck between them with repeated attempts to eat this delicious mango. Now hours later I still have some of these soft, fine strands of Mango hair there to remind me of this earlier experience.
I managed to eat all the mango by myself as I carefully would pull back from the seed and with it the hair would follow and I would try and get it's juicy tangled within. It's a delicate operation. I wanted the juice but not all those fine strands of mango hair stuck between my teeth. I was largely successful, too. I did have to lick my fingers repeatedly as the juice is both sweet, sticky and concentrated. I did not mind, it gave me more time to enjoy and revel in this moment, simple yet to the my mind's active imagination quite racy and sexy.
I thoroughly enjoyed this moment and it may explain to some extent why I enjoy mangoes more than other fruits. I'm sure I will find occasions to enjoy many more mangoes just like this one. TONY
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