Mangos! the incomparable Pakistani delight
// July 3rd, 2009 // All, Pakistan
Oh how I miss those post dinner mango fiestas, ice cold water, cold juicy mangoes in the summer heat of Karachi. According to SG, the mangos alone redeem the Karachi summer. They now have a new convert:
It felt excitingly illicit, arranging for my brother-in-law’s supplier to include me in his latest score from the fields of Pakistan via the mean streets of Brixton, and certainly Tony had talked about the mangoes as if they had hallucinogenic properties. He even advised me on the best way to eat them. It is iredeemably suburban, apparently, to peel a mango. And forget the tired old advice that you should do it in the bath. Instead, the seasoned mango addict rolls his fruit vigorously on a flat surface, then cuts off the tip and sucks out the liquidised flesh. Crack mango, if you like..
Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand,
Ah! Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!
-Edgar Alan Poe (To Helen), 1845
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