Mango season is in full swing. We have enjoyed eating loads of them. They are delicious and there are many varieties. We last year had everything in a songle category - mangoes - but this year we can distinguish an Alphonso from a Honey mango from a Pickle Mango and so forth.
What is funny is that theere is an intensity around mangoes to the point that I think it's a bit crazy. As an example - the servants of the family that lives behind us live in their small quarters. Next to those quarters is a mango tree. On that same tree are green mangoes. Much of the tree hangs over into our yard.
We snagged a few mangoes during recent weeks. They were right there, so we did.
After that, the annoynace with us was so high that the took a bamboo pole and a basket and extracted all of the mangoes from our side of the tree. Now, our side is bare and their side is still vine-ripening.
Such is the folly of life in a country where sometimes the most abundant source of food for some people is on a tree.
