Hello, Mango.
March 4, 2010 – 12:49 pmThe other day I was having a really bad day. Actually a series of bad days. The kind where you don’t even want to get out of bed and if you don’t have to, you don’t. Hubs was being nice to me and trying to help me out of my pit of despair, and I was trying to think of something to cheer myself up. And I realized that the only thing that could possibly do it was fruit. ‘Hubs’, I said, ‘You must take me to the market (the one in town with the most beautiful fruit displays and widest selection of all manner of exotic produce and therefore the highest prices, where they play classical music and serve complimentary coffee) so that I can look at fruit. It is the only thing to do in this situation.’
And it was. We looked at gorgeous piles of fruit, touched, smelled, put a few choice pieces in our basket. A mango. A starfruit. An enormous Asian pear. Two bananas (which I rarely buy). A Meyer lemon. Pluots. Olives. I have never needed fruit so much in my life.
We brought the bounty home, along with a loaf of crusty whole grain bread and some roasted garlic, and had a fruit feast on the floor. We both felt better.
One Response to “Hello, Mango.”
Thanks for your comment on my post. I do plan to be in Chicago this summer, so I will check that out!
Love this post too – ah, the power of fruit!
By Tami on Mar 4, 2010