I was at the grocery store when I spied Mangoes. Here I should digress and tell you that I heart mangoes. Heart, heart, heart. And come summer am seem bemoaning the fact that we don’t get mangoes or at least nice sweet ones here. So anyways, I spied them and quickly made my way to them, all the while praying that they were somewhat good. I picked one up.
Touch test – hmm, not like a rock and not pure pulp.
Smell test – aah, they smelled like mangoes and not odorless like what I get most times.
After which I very carefully selected mangoes replacing the hard and odorless ones from my pack and adding the ones that held the most promise to make up my crate of 9. With a lot of anticipation and a huge smile on my face, I stepped inside the house. D took one look at the mangoes and said, ‘Here we go again. You know they are never good, don’t you?’. I shrugged and walked on.
Left them out, untouched, in the kitchen for a couple of days. After which I picked one up, and it seemed perfect. Mango was cut in to slices, front and back and sides and the best part ‘the guthally’ or the core. Taste test – YUM!
Buzz is a very fruit person. Which means she can live on fruits alone. So I was super excited to introduce her to my fav. fruit. I cut one slice in to bite size pieces in a bowl, placed it on the table and made Buzz sit on the chair. I sat next to her with the rest of the mango. Buzz took her first tentative bite and was hooked. We both sat side by side, eating till Buzz got done with hers. She asked for more. I looked down at my plate and all I saw was my best part. With a sigh, a little crack in my heart, I taught her how to get the pulp off of the core. She picked it up like a pro and all the pulp was gone in no time.
Next day was the same story. The only difference being that Buzz finished her portion way faster and asked for more and more portion of MY mango. Cut to now where we are both seen gobbling down the mango as quickly as we can, to get the most share. And (insert cry, cry here) no matter what I do, I am not allowed to take even a single bite of the core. She has claimed it as hers and is not willing to part with it.
What do they say, ‘Sheer ke munh khun lag gaya’. So yeah, ‘Buzz ke munh aam lag gaya’ and now I can never have my mangoes in peace. What was I thinking again?