Growing up, I didn't have much of a "thing" for mangos. In fact, I didn't have much interest in any of the so-called "Exotic Fruits" - papaya, guava, persimmons... the fascination eluded me.
Somewhere along the line, I came to love mangos, though I hated how stringy they can be and how much work there is for such little edible meat.
So when our CSA sent us a few Ataulfo mangos in our box last month, I wasn't particularly thrilled. That sad little mango sat on the kitchen counter, day after day, until one afternoon I came home and said, "Enough!".
I took out my paring knife, and sunk it into the skin of the mango, surprised at how deep it went. As I cut the meat away from the pit, I was in awe of the smooth, buttery texture, and the amount of meat there actually was.
I decided it was time for my favorite "un-recipe recipe" - I got out the cayenne pepper, and cut open a lime. I dusted the mango lightly with the pepper, and squeezed on some lime. As I took my first bite, I marveled at how there were no strings - no fibrous texture to mar my love affair with this spicy, sweet, juicy fruit.
Soon, I was gnawing inelegantly on the pit of the mango... I couldn't get enough of this Ataulfo. Where had it been all my life?
The next night, C was out of town, so I made myself a salad... a beautiful spring salad, and marveled once again at the bounty of nature, and how lucky I am to live in a place where I can get produce like this, delivered to my front door.