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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
For me, this has been the Summer of Mango. It is as if I have discovered this fruit for the first time. I have altered my shopping habits to go to grocery stores that are more likely to have a large supply of quality mangos. I would never, never serve them in a frozen margarita. But try the mango margaritas I make on the rocks, or up in a martini glass. Don't call them emasculating, though, or Mark E Smith will rip your balls off.
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I tried to resist. I knew that if I gave into temptation that my life would change forever. I would never be the same, people would look upon me as different. But it was a yearning that went beyond desire, it was an actual physical need.
I placed my lips tentatively around the straw. Nothing happened at first, so I inhaled sharply, drew in my cheeks and went to work at that straw. It came up slowly, the first drop giving me a taste of what was in store. Suddenly I was rewarded with a mouthful of Mangoey goodness that I could feel through my entire body. I drank greedlily, as if my life depended on it, draining the vessel of the last juicy, flavorful drop. I was hooked an couldn't wait for my next one.
Could've used some salt, though.
