The First Mango

Like Christmas beetles and cicadas, the smell of bushfire smoke and sunscreen, a big, ripe, sunset-coloured mango is one of the stalwarts of an Australian summer. And if you can get them in a tray, bought from a truck on the side of the road, even better. My inaugural 2012 summer mango didn’t come from a truck on the side of the road, he was plucked from a tray in Coles because on my way out, through the fruit and veg section, I smelt those mangoes and I turned right back around and bought one. Then I carried it carefully to work – where I just held it and pushed my nose up against it every so often, to breathe in its summery scent – and home again, not wanting to bruise that sweet flesh, and told my Mum not to eat it. She ate it. But she replaced it with one just as sunset-coloured, just as sweet, just as fragrant.

And this weekend, I ate it, my first mango of the season, in the most inelegant, satisfied fashion possible. Come on, Summer.





9 thoughts on “The First Mango

  1. There is nothing so good as that first mango of the season… mine came from Coles as well, why wouldn’t it, as they were on a sale for 3 for $5… what a pity I’m the only one who loves them. 🙂

    You’ll miss them in Germany…..

  2. I’ve never really been a big mango fan, but after reading your posts, I’m quite compelled to try it again! It seems like I’ve been a little hasty in my decision….definitely going to give it another chance 😉

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