![]() ![]() ![]() In particular, we waited for the pickling season when my mother would pickle unripe, green mangoes in a blisteringly hot chili sauce. From the time the trees began to bud in April, we waited with eager anticipation for the many ways the fruits would make their delicious appearance in our meals. The mango trees played a significant role in my childhood. Much of my summer was spent climbing these trees with my siblings and our friends. My childhood home was located in what was formerly a mango grove, and every house in our neighborhood had at least one mango tree our home was supremely fortunate to have not one but four full-grown mature trees. In our home, this meant a ready and steady supply of fresh mangoes straight from the tree. It was a special time for another reason also: summer was mango season. The days were long and filled with food, friends, and books. Growing up in India, this was my favorite season. ![]()
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