Our first house in Florida had a big mango tree. When it's mango season, you need to be ready because those trees are prolific. The tree was partly over our back fence. One day, the doorbell rang. It was a woman and a kid about 5. She said he wanted a mango from the part over the fence, but she told him to ask permission first. He did and I had him come in. I handed him a TJ's grocery bag and helped him pick all the mangos he could carry. I still smile when I think about that, 10 years later.
Oh what fun....I share your tendency to go a bit rogue and take liberties with recipes, preferring to think of them as "suggestions," oh well. But I do admire your little project, and of course your wonderful garden! And I think I need to hear more about the lemon pasta, and my Meyers are finally here.
Our first house in Florida had a big mango tree. When it's mango season, you need to be ready because those trees are prolific. The tree was partly over our back fence. One day, the doorbell rang. It was a woman and a kid about 5. She said he wanted a mango from the part over the fence, but she told him to ask permission first. He did and I had him come in. I handed him a TJ's grocery bag and helped him pick all the mangos he could carry. I still smile when I think about that, 10 years later.
Steve, what a wonderful story. I bet that kid remembers that day, too!
Apparently I’ve only happened on the most sour of kumquats. Glad somebody likes the cute little fruit.
They are kicky!
Oh what fun....I share your tendency to go a bit rogue and take liberties with recipes, preferring to think of them as "suggestions," oh well. But I do admire your little project, and of course your wonderful garden! And I think I need to hear more about the lemon pasta, and my Meyers are finally here.
Mmm. Meyers. You are lucky, indeed.
In addition to your wordsmith skills, you excel in cooking. Thanks for sharing your adventures.
Thank you, Carol!