Mango Season

I know I'm in the right place when I look out the window at the mision and see the ground littered with mangos, freshly plopped down from the trees.

I love mangos. I love how I can walk out the door any time I want and eat them.

These are the kind that fit nicely in the palm of your hand, and the kind that are still green when ripe. If you eat the flesh your teeth will fill with thick pulpy strings.

I've gotten lazy because of the abundance of fruit. I eat the mangos like the Peruvians do: bite off a chunk of peel at the top and spit it out, then suck out all the creamy juiciness while the pulp stays inside. You can mash up the fruit while it is still protected by the peel by squeezing it in your hands, and that is how you get out the most juice.