Mangos

Yesterday I ate my first mango outside of the country of Haiti. It was actually pretty good, although much less stringy than I am used to. I mentioned that to my roommate, Jill, who said it was probably because this American mango was genetically altered or chemically enhanced or something. That scared me a bit, and I almost didn't finish it, but Jill was getting such a kick out of the juice that was all over my face, my hands, my arms, and the table, that I had to continue. For anyone who has not been lucky enough to eat a mango the Haitian way, let these photos prove to you how heavenly an experience it is: