mango

I have been eating a bit of stone fruit lately. Plums, peaches, nectarines. They are all SO divine! In fact I have been eating so much fruit lately I think I may have done something to my body - allowed it to exist on natural fruit sugars instead of hardcore refined cane sugar in the form of baked goods and lollies. Anyway, the story of the day is about the mango. I do not like them. I have this idea that they taste like bruised fruit. Now I admit the last time I tried a mango was probably in childhood or sum such and obviously I have been scarred for life. The point is not as much my scarring, although I remembering more of it now that I am the presence of the mother - although perhaps I would call it "recollection of the conditioning"*, but the fact is that mum bought a tray of mangoes on Thursday, so I thought I would give them a crack. Today I tried a mango and ate it with yogurt for my breakfast. I HAVE BEEN MISSING OUT! This fruit is like eating incredibly awesome icecream. It has such a heave and compact texture. With the yoghurt this feast of senses is heightened to absolute esctacy! And its only 8.12am!

So today is the day of the Mango Enlightenment. It is also the day I pick Jo Jo up from the airport! Entertaining never did anything good with my stress levels or anxiety, but at least in Jo I know that she will tell me if she wants to do something in particular. Phew.

*something I should have used as a blog post heading. I need all the witticisms I can get living in pig fucker ville. Its soothes me. Also, just a comment on the conditioning. It is all pervasive and the evil devil. When I copy actions or words I feel like I am corrupted and fear the dark depths of my soul and my fragile yet unknowable sub-conscious. What heathen evils has she wrought that I have no perception of?

A pretty picture of a mango