I love mango.
There. I said it.
Mango makes me deliriously happy, especially when the mango is served simply: fresh, bite-sized, without any frills.
The problem is that mango is a difficult prep. The stone is large, and it hangs on. The skin is thick. The flesh bruises easily.
I spent six minutes this morning cutting up a mango, all for what will be one small breakfast portion.
But what joy I shall have in eating my Saturday mango!
In other news, my garage was burgled overnight. I lost K’s bicycle.
And in more news, seven of my students are arriving from brunch and a voice master class today at 11. And then I’m seeing Charlie in a workshop reading of a new musical, to be held in a rehearsal hall at the Muny this afternoon. And then I see the Webster University Dance Ensemble this evening in their year-end show. And tomorrow includes Holy Eucharist and two more concerts. And grading of papers and exercises for my music theory class.
Finals begin Monday.