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| Box of mangoes - photo credit food stories at flickr |
That unassuming, curvy, sand coloured beauty. If there were a more satisfyingly sweet and refreshing fruit, my mind cannot place it at this time.
It’s tender sun-kissed flesh fills my nostrils with a tropical and heady scent, evoking memories of thick and sweet mango lassi mother made us on balmy summer’s days.
The texture is buttery soft, melt in the mouth with stringy bits that become trapped... A melody of perfumes fills my mouth as I greedily nibble and slurp at the exquisite fruit.
Liquid sunshine.
The thick nectar dribbles down my chin and coats my lips and cheeks. Scraping my teeth along the skin, a surprising new flavour arrives at the party in my mouth - Pernod.
I close my eyes and I’m back in Athens, remembering all night bars, lots of laughing and dancing and far too many shots of this anise flavoured spirit, topped with a shimmering flame.
It’s tender sun-kissed flesh fills my nostrils with a tropical and heady scent, evoking memories of thick and sweet mango lassi mother made us on balmy summer’s days.
The texture is buttery soft, melt in the mouth with stringy bits that become trapped... A melody of perfumes fills my mouth as I greedily nibble and slurp at the exquisite fruit.
Liquid sunshine.
The thick nectar dribbles down my chin and coats my lips and cheeks. Scraping my teeth along the skin, a surprising new flavour arrives at the party in my mouth - Pernod.
I close my eyes and I’m back in Athens, remembering all night bars, lots of laughing and dancing and far too many shots of this anise flavoured spirit, topped with a shimmering flame.
1 comment:
my sentiments exactly!
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