I hated mangoes as a kid. They looked weird, tasted strange and felt akin to a punishment in my mouth. Mangoes were something adults ate, like brussel sprouts and blue cheese, and my child brain and tastebuds couldn’t understand the appeal of the heart-shaped oval that smelled faintly of melon (which I also hated.) Fast […]
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