The Art of Slicing a Mango
<p>Growing up I don’t remember eating mangoes. In fact I doubt if I ate a mango before I was 20 years old. I’d go so far as to venture that I did not eat a mango until after graduating from Indiana University. This amazing fruit just wasn’t commonly available in the town of Lexington, Virginia where I grew up. It’s not that we lacked fruit in our home. We always had apples, bananas, oranges, grapes, blueberries, raspberries, etc. Kiwis were as exotic as it got. I remember one of my favorite t-shirts as a kid had a gigantic sliced kiwi on the front that accentuated my chubby belly. Living in Taiwan during mango season, it’s so easy to get fresh mangoes at our local fruit store and order mango smoothies with freshly cut mangoes at the nearby drink stand. It blows my mind knowing that mangoes alone have hundreds of different types of cultivars and there’s not only one kind of mango out there.</p>
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