The Mango Tree: Mango Vanilla Gelato
Often inspiration arrives unexpectedly, as it did this past April in the form of an email. As I browsed through my new email list, one item stood out. Aside from the fact that it was from my son, Greg, who I am always happy to hear from, the subject matter definitely alerted my curiosity; it just said “mangoes”, but the email message itself didn’t give many details: “our mango tree is almost ripe. hope all is well. will call in a bit. gg”. I noticed immediately that there was an attachment, a picture of a mango tree literally dripping with green mangoes. “Dripping” was the best word I could think of to describe the way each mango hung from the tree on its own long stem. Greg and his wife, Alicia, had just rented a house in south Florida in January, and now found themselves the custodians of a dripping mango tree loaded with ripening mangoes. This was the first inkling I had that mangoes might be in my future.