My husband grew up in the hills of Panama. They had a mango tree, and one of the tasks he and his brother had was to gather the rotten mangos that had dropped from the tree. When they are rotten, the mangoes turned black and gooey.
One time, he went to pick up a rotten mango, and it sprouted wings and few away. It was a fruit bat. They love the rotten mangoes and get drunk on them. He happened upon on that had to sleep it off among the mangoes on the ground.
Mouth watering feature, Greg.
Great to hear from you, Mo. subtleties in mango flavors keep drawing me back.
My husband grew up in the hills of Panama. They had a mango tree, and one of the tasks he and his brother had was to gather the rotten mangos that had dropped from the tree. When they are rotten, the mangoes turned black and gooey.
One time, he went to pick up a rotten mango, and it sprouted wings and few away. It was a fruit bat. They love the rotten mangoes and get drunk on them. He happened upon on that had to sleep it off among the mangoes on the ground.
I imagine alcoholic mangoes would taste quite good. But, on the other hand, would that really matter? Great story, Nora.