Bible study. We’re reading the story of Samson. He’s eating honey from inside a lion and I’m hungry too. There are bags of chips and soft-drink, but I only want sweet after dinner and I hate the fizz of things like Coke.
Time to break out this week’s mysterious dried fruit! A bag of dried orange-yellow mango strips.
Using scissors to cut across the top. Tug at the piece on the top. Ooops, all the bits are fused together. Pulling. Nope. Gotta pull the whole clump out and prise it apart.
Two thin stiff mango cheeks seperate from the crowd. That’ll do.
Leaving the pack on the table for anyone else and returning to the bean bag, golden snack in tow.
Samson gets his hair woven into a loom and I nibble my mango. Standard dried fruit texture, perhaps a bit more stiff and crisp. Tiny specks of sugar and salt across the lightly sticky surface.
It tastes sweet and vaguely tangy. Not really much like mango. It tastes very much like dried papaya, only not so dominant. More pleasant actually. Sometimes the cubes of papaya in muesli are so strongly sugary that it takes over the whole mouthful. This dried mango is still sweet but happily. It doesn’t bully me or get stuck in my teeth either. Refined and well-behaved!
Not much like mango, however. Doesn’t smell like mango either.
Go back for more. Now that the packet has been near the heater the pieces are softer and more pliable. Taking mouse bites, breaking through the stringy parts where the flesh was becoming seed.
Thai preserved mango: no preserved rose plum but pretty good. Perhaps I will try it in my porridge someday. That’s the real test, can it rescue watery oats? I look forward to knowing.
Rating:
Specifics: Heng Fai Thai Preserved Mango, bought from an Asian grocer in Merrylands
Thai Preserved Mango
Bible study. We’re reading the story of Samson. He’s eating honey from inside a lion and I’m hungry too. There are bags of chips and soft-drink, but I only want sweet after dinner and I hate the fizz of things like Coke.
Time to break out this week’s mysterious dried fruit! A bag of dried orange-yellow mango strips.
Using scissors to cut across the top. Tug at the piece on the top. Ooops, all the bits are fused together. Pulling. Nope. Gotta pull the whole clump out and prise it apart.
Two thin stiff mango cheeks seperate from the crowd. That’ll do.
Leaving the pack on the table for anyone else and returning to the bean bag, golden snack in tow.
Samson gets his hair woven into a loom and I nibble my mango. Standard dried fruit texture, perhaps a bit more stiff and crisp. Tiny specks of sugar and salt across the lightly sticky surface.
It tastes sweet and vaguely tangy. Not really much like mango. It tastes very much like dried papaya, only not so dominant. More pleasant actually. Sometimes the cubes of papaya in muesli are so strongly sugary that it takes over the whole mouthful. This dried mango is still sweet but happily. It doesn’t bully me or get stuck in my teeth either. Refined and well-behaved!
Not much like mango, however. Doesn’t smell like mango either.
Go back for more. Now that the packet has been near the heater the pieces are softer and more pliable. Taking mouse bites, breaking through the stringy parts where the flesh was becoming seed.
Thai preserved mango: no preserved rose plum but pretty good. Perhaps I will try it in my porridge someday. That’s the real test, can it rescue watery oats? I look forward to knowing.
Rating:
Specifics: Heng Fai Thai Preserved Mango, bought from an Asian grocer in Merrylands