Oooh, what beauties :-)

I bought these mangoes on Saturday down Whitechapel Market. I was on a tight budget, but I had reason to celebrate, so I thought 'to hell with it' and treated myself.

These yellow reasons to smile came in a box of 24. Altogether, it came to £6 - but I am my mother's daughter, I haggled it down to £5.50; works out at about 23p per mango!

I gave six away: one to a friend I hadn't seen in a while, two to his mum and three to a really close friend of mine (a fellow mango freak!)

...and the rest were mine, mine, MIIIIIIIIIINE :-)


As of the writing of this post, there are only three mangoes left!


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Still a Mango Freak...

I haven't updated this blog in a good while, but my love of mangoes hasn't diminished much. After all, me and mangoes go waaaaay back, way before this blog came along (even before the advent of the internet).   I'll always love mangoes. Always.


So I'm back. For now. Just gonna go with the flow. See how it goes.


(p.s.: came across a lovely mango poem the other day. Found it sense-ual.)


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Under the Right Conditions, Can a Mango Tree Grow in England?

Hear me out, ok?

I've been thinking: if it's possible to mimic tropical temperatures in a greenhouse, then is it at all possible for a mango tree to be grown in a greenhouse in England? Under the right conditions, with the right soil and tender loving care, couldn't a mango tree be made to feel at home right here ...in England?

If it grew and bore its first fruit, I wonder what it'd be called? I don't think it should be named after a person (unless it's after me, of course, ahem.)


'The Mango Tree That Grew' - maybe it could be called a combination of those words - or an acronym: T.M.T.T.G (The Mango Tree That Grew), but with a couple of vowels in between...TAMTATAG...the Tamtatag Mango! Or maybe drop the G and just call it Tamtata Mango. Could I have a kilo of Tamtatas, please? Hmmm. I like the sound of that.


So, to the mango tree that will more than likely never exist, but will always exist in my head, I name thee: Tamtata ...for your invisible fruit tastes just as exquisite.

(img credit: miamism)