What season is that you may ask? Why, mango season of course! Here in Australia, it's summer and summer means summer fruits. Summer fruits means gorgeous, fresh produce available everywhere and in abundance. Nectarines, plums, watermelon, lychees, apricots and mangoes. Lots and lots of mangoes.
My kids love them and we eat about two a day. Little Warrior likes munching on the seed and walks around for ages clutching this juicy morsel. Occasionally I'll find it, abandoned and bereft of any fruit, on his couch, on the deck or in his bedroom. As long as it's as far away as possible from the nearest bin, that'll do him.
Me? My favourite way to eat mango would have to be with prawns. In a salad. Washed down with a Marlborough Sauv Blanc on a warm day. Or on a pavlova. Like 'dis:
Mangoes means Christmas to me. And Christmas is a special time of year. Getting together with people you love (and perhaps some you kinda don't) and eating, drinking and being very, very Merry.
So a toast. A toast to mangoes, merriness and Christmas.