You may have heard me talk about how much I am craving some tasty treats from England, foods that India has little interest in. Whilst I still have day dreams about Branston pickle, I can now say that my favourite taste in the entire world is that of sweet Alphonso mangoes. I have even named our Pug after them!
I’ve always liked mangoes, you can buy them in British supermarkets all year round. Those imported mangoes could not prepare me for the taste of an Alphonso mango. The best way to describe the taste? Well, imagine a juicy mango flavoured honey. A taste so divine, it could be used as proof that God exists. The flesh of Alphonso mangoes have a beautiful colour, a rich orange, the same colour as one of my bridal sarees.
Mangoes have been the only advantage of the unbearable summer, it has reached 48oC here (imagine walking into an oven) and so I have been isolated to air conditioning. Isolated to air conditioning, eating mangoes, up to eight a day! Eating so many mangoes has caused me a couple of acne break outs, but I don’t mind. The rains have come, with them they have brought the relief of a cooler climate and the despair that mango season is coming to an end.
Last month, the European Union imposed a ban on importation of Alphonso mangoes, apparently they brought in some non-European pests. I am certain that there will now be people in Europe, day dreaming of Alphonso mangoes, just like me and my Branston pickle.