I'm home visiting the family for the first time in a long time, and it just so happened that my trip coincides perfectly with mango season. Totally accidental, that. *innocent*
What this means, of course, is a trip to the Tropical Fruit and Spice Park.
The park is amazing for a lot of reasons, but it's my favorite because of their number one rule: If it has fallen to the ground, you can eat it. And they usually don't mind if you assist it in falling with a little shake.
I anticipate much gorging on mangoes. And maybe a mamay sapote milkshake on the way home!
