I recently spent a few days in a mind-numbingly boring training at work-- you know, the kind that make you want to jump out of your skin and/or run from the room screaming. I'm not kidding-- it was that boring. At one point the presenter's voice started sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher (you know-- wa, wah, wa, wah, wah, waaah) and my mind starting fixating on one thing... mangoes.
Maybe it's because it's February and I am halfway through my mid-winter blah syndrome and dreaming of warmer weather. Or maybe it's because I'm ready to lighten up my diet-- let's face it, usually I dream of mac and cheese, not fruit-- and the mango thoughts are a first step in that direction. Or maybe it was simply that, at the time, I would have paid a large amount of money to be anywhere else, although preferably a place that served mangoes. Or maybe it's because I've been watching way too many episodes of Lost-- have you seen it? They eat a whole lot of fruit on that show.
Whatever the reason, the thoughts were powerful enough to send me to the store to buy three mangoes, which I allowed to ripen on the counter for several days. I finally sliced them up this weekend...
...and ate them just like that.
And, yes, I know they aren't really in season, but I don't really care because they tasted good and reminded me of what's to come in a few months.
It was just the pick-me-up I needed.