I do. I love them too much, which is also a favorite English locution, both here and in Sierra Leone, for saying “a lot” or “so much.” They are all soft and sweet and melty on your lips. A perfect fruit. Well, except for one small flaw…
“Eating a mango is like going in for a good kiss,” I told one of my roommates this morning, as we split a massive one. “It’s so much fun for your mouth.”
“Hopefully,” he said, picking a bit at a molar, “without all the stuff that gets stuck in between your teeth.”
