Heaven is spelled M-A-N-G-O

Here in Miami, the mango's are hanging ripe on tree's and falling on the ground.  The gated parking lot of our apartment complex is littered with ripe baby mango's that have fallen from the smallish tree.  It's too bad they fall and are so juicy they bust open.  I was able to salvage one and there was enough fruit from it to freeze in a Baggie for a smoothie.  (Which I later used together with some almond milk and fresh coconut).

We were out driving this evening in the most Southern part of Miami and at a stop light, inside the corner fence of an elementary school were mangoes laying all over and the tree still hanging onto quite a few.  Oh how I wanted to jump that fence!  If it was during the day, I'd stop and ask if anyone was going to pick those lovely round fruits.

Tonight we stopped at our local grocery store called Publix.  I spotted the mangoes and they were 2 for $1.00.  I purchased 6 but keeping these affordable little delicacies in mind for when I need some later.

I'm pretty sure if I asked my tastebuds how heaven would be spelled and they would say the letters M-A-N-G-O.

I'm from Northern Indiana and occasionally, the local grocery stores would sell a good mango.  But mainly they were picked too green, never quite ripened like they should and sometimes stringy.  

Here, in Miami, these babies are so tender and juicy with smooth flesh and they burst in your mouth with sweet flavor.

Come to Miami in June through the beginning of August and enjoy heaven...er, I meant mango season.