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This really isn’t a recipe. More of a quick lesson on dehydrating mangos, (if you are new to it) and a reminder that is it good to revisit the simplicity of pure food. Granted, eating them fresh with juice running down into your socks would be even better. But dehydrated foods have their time and place.
I can remember back to when I was about 5 or 6 years old and we (parents and I) were at some grocery store in Albert Lea MN. I recall a rustic feeling to the place, not your typical fluorescent lit grocery store with elevator music playing. I remember walking up and down isles of barrels that were filled with bulk foods. I wasn’t much taller than those barrels. As most children do… I found myself wandering off by myself, peering into all the clear lids.
Beans, beans, beans, rice, boring, rice, boring… Jack pot!! I hit the dried fruit section and I had a heyday. I ate to my tummies content. My belly was full and starting to ache, but all this free food! Soon, mom caught up with me… just as I was about to dive back into the raisin barrel. She was quick, within a blink of an eye, her hand was on mine and it was withdrawn from the barrel empty-handed.
Confused to the quick change of events, I peered up to her. She smiled, but told me that was a big NONO! That food wasn’t free. She asked how much I had eaten. I pulled up my shirt and there sat my distended tummy, with my bellybutton popped out indicating that I was done! My actions didn’t require a scolding… the belly ache that would take me well into the whee hours of the next morning was punishment enough. When we made our way to the sales clerk to pay for what went INTO the bag, I could hardly make eye contact with him. I just looked down at my belly which was half exposed. I looked at him. He looked at my belly, looked into my eyes and just smiled. No words needed to be exchanged. He knew that I had learned my lesson.
Back to the subject matter at hand… dried mangos. I rarely dehydrate mangos because when they are juicy and ripe, they are like nectar from the gods to me. But every once in a while, I am blessed with a crate full of them and the creative side in me can’t leave things in their natural state for too long.