At Least it's not Crystal Meth!!!

WELL....full blown mango addiction has set in. After a recommendation by Livingstone Powrey (former Merchant Marine, expert on all things Caymanian, also our landlord....) we checked out a stand that offers all sorts of locally grown produce. We ate papaya, plantains, breadfruit, but best of all.... mangoes.

We bought Carrie, Dot, Nam Docks, and Nelson mangoes, and devoured 20 within 4 days. The incredible orange flesh bursts with juice and flavor, ruining forever the "balls of syrupy dental floss" that pass as fresh mangoes stateside. We googled mango facts with sticky fingers, checked expedia for trips to Southeast Asia and India to coincide with their mango seasons, and feebly attempted recipes that included mangoes, knowing all the while we'd just end up peeling and eating them by the sink.....

We are officially the "Whitney and Bobby" of the mango world... and Rehab? No, No, NO.

I wish I had pics to post, but anytime we lined them up, we noticed how ripe one was and forgot all about the camera. We argued and slapped at one another for the next bite, trading all dignity and self-respect for the melt-in-your-mouth goodness of Caymanian Mango.

Our advice? Don't start. Just say no. Whatever. We'll be scratching and crying through withdrawl once the season ends in September.... When the posts become significantly darker and depressed, you'll know why....

I think I hear Kristi opening the fridge...