I love the kind of mangoes I used to get in the tropics. Small, very sweet, yellow skin with soft fibers. I’d plock them directly from any tree around me. The skin itself was soft and sweet so no peeling needed.
There’s another kind of mango that locally we called “manga”. It’s bigger, often with reddish and greenish colors mixed with the yellow. It’s more fibrous and significantly less sweet. I really don’t like these, but it’s all I can get where I live now, possibly because the ones I like are harder to preserve and export.
I grew up in South East Asia, and mangoes here are the best. I tried “western” mangoes and they’re trash. I feel sad for people who can’t experience eating “proper” mangoes. Although I feel it’s the same way for me if we talk about grapes, peaches, berries, etc.
I love the kind of mangoes I used to get in the tropics. Small, very sweet, yellow skin with soft fibers. I’d plock them directly from any tree around me. The skin itself was soft and sweet so no peeling needed.
There’s another kind of mango that locally we called “manga”. It’s bigger, often with reddish and greenish colors mixed with the yellow. It’s more fibrous and significantly less sweet. I really don’t like these, but it’s all I can get where I live now, possibly because the ones I like are harder to preserve and export.
I grew up in South East Asia, and mangoes here are the best. I tried “western” mangoes and they’re trash. I feel sad for people who can’t experience eating “proper” mangoes. Although I feel it’s the same way for me if we talk about grapes, peaches, berries, etc.