At one point this afternoon, I looked at Casey and she had a spot of yellow mango juice on her shirt and a strand of mango fiber stuck just below her lip. We had just had our third serving of mango for the day, “mango-lassi,” which she made by blending two mangos with a little bit of whole milk. Serving #1 had been mango and papaya juice she’d made the night before, and Serving #2 was just straight up slices of mango we had with lunch. All three servings were delicious. We’re now headed out to meet a friend for a drink. If we get to pick where we go, we’re going to the Mexican restaurant here that makes green-mango margaritas for Serving #4. Boom.
PS to Mark, Martina and Sarah – did the title of the this post make you think it was going to be about something totally different?