Meet Mr. Mango Man. He is dancing a jig for you.
I saw this beautiful mango - grown right here in California apparently! - at a grocery store yesterday, staring up at me with it's tropical glory, and I couldn't resist.
Snoopy is balancing a giant mango on his nose!
I peeled the mango with a paring knife, and cut off the sides. This awesome mango was exactly perfectly ripe, AND it had a tiny little pit. That's pretty much mango perfection, as far as I'm concerned.
All sliced up and ready to eat. I know you can put mangos in smoothies and muffins or whatever, but when a fruit is perfectly ripe, it's already heavenly all on its own. You know?
Here I am, relaxing in a state of post-mango bliss.