Finding fresh fruits in Senegal and Mali was rather difficult. Bananas we could find, but that was about it. Most of the fruit available was overripe, underripe, or just plain gross looking. By the time we got to Burkina Faso I was dying (okay, maybe not DYING…maybe aching, yeah, that’s it, ACHING) for something fresh to eat from the plant family. On one of our walk-abouts in Ouagadougou (I love that I’ve been to Ouagadougou!) we happened upon a street full of excellent produce stands. Abner saw some mangoes that he had to have.
“I don’t like mangoes.” (That was me sayin’ that) There’s something about the flavor, something that lingers in my mouth that I really don’t care for. But, since it had been a long time since I’d had a mango, I figured I’d try one again.
I’m very glad I did. I didn’t have any idea what it was that I’d tasted in the past that put me off of them so badly. But wow, were those mangoes unbelievably delicious. Maybe I was just that hungry for fruit…but maybe not!
Abner, who took prodigious care of me on our journey, did THIS to the mangoes to make them easier to eat! Apparently it’s not some new invention or anything, but I’ve never seen it done! And I was terribly impressed. 🙂
On another fruit shopping trip, Abner picked up some more mangoes. He wanted some that weren’t quite ripe yet as he loved them that way, too.
When I tried one of those, I got that taste in my mouth, the one that made me not like mangoes…
Note to self: you do not like GREEN mangoes… you LOVE ripe ones!