Fruit

Every now and then while grocery shopping, I’ll develop a sudden lust for fruit. Last week it was pineapple (which is technically NOT a fruit). This week it’s mangoes. But when I get home, mouth watering for its sweet mangoey flesh, I forget how to properly cut one. And I get impatient. I give it a go as a hand-fruit, but it doesn’t really work that well. So I rip off the skin and tear into it in a way that might be described as carnal. I scrape the pit with my teeth, my face is covered with juice. But after tidying up, my teeth are clogged with the stringy fibres that a friend of mine called “mango pubes.”

A quick Google search for “mango pubes” reveals this image, which pretty much nails it.

Except for maybe the cancerous part. Eh.

From Wikipedia: “fruit is the ripened ovary…of a flowering plant.”

Mmmhmm.