mango madness, among other things

MANGOES. Ripe, juicy, yummy, sweet, and marvelous mangoes. One of my favorite fruits, right up there with rambutan and peaches. The only food that wreaks havoc on my digestive system that I nevertheless eat over and over again because it's just that good. Mangoes are one of the few reasons why I can bear Philippine summers. The heat, the humidity, the fact that my window faces to the east, all seem to not matter as much when faced with the glory of mangoes.

My mom decided to buy more than 10kg worth of mangoes last Friday, on our way back from Batangas. They just became ripe enough to eat this morning, so I've been gorging myself on mangoes all day. Our house smells of mangoes, and it is lovely.

In fact, mangoes are so lovely that they are the only thing that got me through watching Supernatural 6x20. Show can, does, and did break my heart, but mangoes mend it again. Show may make me want to break down and sob my heart out, but mangoes make life worth living.

So, you know. ALL GLORY TO MANGOES!