Our papers and magazines are going to town with mango recipes. One food writer had his weekly column titled "Cooking with the King" with many fusion recipes. The versatality of the mango is that it enhances rather than overwhelms the taste and flavours! I made this sauce with ripe mangoes, pureed, and later thickened. The seasoning-- chilli powder, salt and sugar. . These beautiful blooms are from my friend's garden. Apart from these, Chon has a wonderful collection of euphorbias too! These blooms will lend a decorative touch to the kitchen table for ten days or so.
These came from the old tree in my parents' garden. I can't remember how many summers it ruled our lives--in the huge jars of pickle that lined the kitchen shelves, the chutney on days when not a leaf stirred in the garden; sugar, salt, chopped chillies and a drizzle of mustard oil...heavenly! But the tree after a storm, and the sight of tiny mangoes on the ground below was a sight that pulled at our heart- strings. And yet the tree stood, stately and dignified, and bore fruit year after year. And it still does! My favourite summer salad! As you can see from the photo the ingredients aren't too many but it's enough to serve four. The dressing is made of olive oil, sugar, tabasco, salt and one or two cloves ( depending on size) of crushed garlic. The King makes all the difference!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau