It's green mango season, and we are flush. This year, for the first time in a long time, all the mango trees in our neighborhood are fruiting. Why? Those lovely bees who swarmed and landed in our garden a few months ago. They've been busy, and we are reaping the reward.
You're right. Why would you eat them green, when they are nectar-of-the-gods ripe? Critters. Every living thing will get to them ahead of you, so we happily buy our ripened (and surely heavily sprayed) ones at the market, and pucker up on the crunchy "organic" ones from home.
(Amnat keeps giving them to our students and saying "no chemical," something he's learned from me; but last week, one of them said, 'except the ones that fall with the rain.' Where did all that smog go, anyway?) We do our best.
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