I always wondered why people in New-England were so cold and impersonal.... figured it must be something to do with the cold winters. Now I think I know the truth. Its because they are not happy.
Nah.. I shouldn't say that. Perhaps they are happy in their own peculiar way. What I should say is that they have not known true joy. That joy that you can only find in the en(joy)ment of a good ripe mango.
I sat outside in the muggy heat at lunch today; armed with a knife, a bowl and a bottle of ice-cold water. I had me a medium sized mango.... perfectly ripened, which I proceeded to carve up expertly with the little pairing knife I had.
You should have seen the curious ogling I got from all around me as I proceeded to indulge myself in what I am finding out is a peculiarly 'third world' pleasure.... Three ladies (not together) actually stopped and voiced what all the rest must have been wondering.
'OMG Kei, what in the world are you eating?'
Now, in all honesty, if the closest you've come to having a tropical fruit is a pinacolada at your local watering joint, then you truly are missing out on some of life's greatest pleasures. That ten or so minutes gave me a refreshing satisfaction that can only be rivalled by similar enjoyment of equally firm and succulent mango shaped breasts of a young woman.
Ok... Maybe I shouldn't have gone there...