A few months ago, my Mom broke her foot, remember? We had been out for a morning jog, she landed wrong, rolled her foot and several x-rays later, she walked out of the hospital on crutches. I’m happy to report that Mom is “up and running” pun intended. But Dad, isn’t. He’s having back surgery in a few weeks.
We are nearing the end of July in South Florida and the heat is oppressive. Not as bad as it will be in August and September, but definitely up there on the suffering meter. During winter in Minnesota they have a PIP meter (pain in the posterior) that measures all nature of weather related suffering. I think it’s time that we in the southern climes come up with similar yardstick. How many consecutive days the thermometer reaches above 90° and the humidity levels never dip below 80%. How fast does your makeup melt off of your face? How quickly does an egg fry on the sidewalk? As I write this at 4:30 p.m. , the temperature is 91° with the feels like at 102°. Suffocatingly hot and sticky.
Mango-lime cake has just the right amount of sweetness. You can definitely taste the mango!
I’m down to my last few mangos of the season, which usually lasts about a month — at least for the tree in my grandparents back yard. It’s a Julie mango and the fruit is heavy with a tangy, honey-sweet perfume. For eleven months of the year, this tree provides shade and beautiful foliage. But for one month, it bestows an abundant crop of beautiful yellow and pinkish fruit. It’s heaven.