Oh, My Mango

There are truly no appropriate words to describe something that is so indescribably good, so amazingly delicious—but, since it’s my job, I’ll try.



Yesterday, I purchased the above mango from Valencia Farmer’s Market, a little produce market in the Mission District on the corner of 24th and Valencia Street. You might want to know what the variety is (Kent) and where it was grown (Mexico), but really what matters is how it tasted. Let’s just say it was creamy, tart and sweet; as juicy as a nectar-of-the-gods rivulet; yielding perfection that only Mother Nature (and well, maybe a botanist or two) could produce.

What I'm trying to say is, it was dramatic.