Pickle Memoir Mango Memories

As workout regimen has body drawn and quartered
My Mind hotfooted away from it thus cornered and
Sped towards painless carefree childhood pastimes
Replete with happy memories of the luscious lip-
Smacking, mouth watering, raw, incredibly edible,
Pickled curvaceous smooth n plump, full of infinite
Promise, sweet and tart greenish gold unripe mangoes

 

Hauled home by mom post a wordy marathon repartee
A skilled bargaining charade by well honed tongues
The bounty thus won was dearer and first flaunted
At the inquisitive, awfully nosy neighbors, all curious
Agog n wondering and who involuntarily salivated as
The catch’ was carefully extracted and landed tenderly,
To be systematically drawn and quartered, splayed

Oozing juice tickled childish nostrils automatically flared
And our growing vampire teeth were flashed ready to pounce
and sink themselves into the delectable green raw marrow
of summer’s bumper juicy crop full of promise- tart bounty
delectable eminently edible mouthwatering raw mangoes as
our salivary glands jigged a tango in pure joy propelled by
past memories of sweet tart lip smacking pickled delights

Next the triangular pieces of mangoes were marinated in oil
Mixed diligently with spices of the likes of coriander, cumin,
turmeric, hot peppers, fenugreek, dash of mustard, zing of exotic
asafoetida, whole peppercorns and fennel, expertly rolled, mixed
seasoned in measured time periods for staying power and for
placement in the oily amniotic belly of the readied tall pickle
jars, washed, towel dried prepped for summer’s priceless bounty


playful little hands itched to open tightly sealed mouths of the tall
pickle jars that stood upright basking in the scorching summer sun
while in them the floating luscious cut mangoes simmered and
readied themselves to be perfectly edible for future feedings
as the naughty sparrows chirruped, wily mice chattered and the
squirrels darted about circling the pickle jars inquisitively as mom’s
 stern warning to stay clear of them rang in wee ears, rankling

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Repertoire of Mango Memories 

Memories as cutlets
Served in dishes flat
Mouthwatering splats
Mangoes in couplets

Hearing word mango
my heart jigs a tango
shaking memory tree
I am in a joyful spree

Have enjoyed by bucketful
Slurping dripping mouthful
Only mangoes  tasted the best
When mooched off neighbor with zest

Chased by irate stick wielding gardener
Yelling threats and expletives in anger
Held secure in skirt of childhood dress
Ripening n raw, all tasted the very best

Twisting of my tiny ears did not hurt
Replete with mangoes that did squirt
Let go cheaply with reprimands curt
Bootleg mangoes were worth our effort

Alphonso variety is king among mangoes
But Sardar mango is huge where size goes
Gorging mangoes and their enjoyable licking
Was good but  digestions did take a beating

Pickled, juiced, cooked, looted
Yummy juicy delicious branded
Mangoes n childhood go hand in hand
To be plucked and relived in heartland

 

Mangoes are fruits fit for kings
Crème de crème- nature’s fling
Come in many varieties n tastes
Wholly useful nothing to waste

Hearing word mango
my heart jigs a tango
shaking memory tree
I am in a joyful spree

pictures from the internet- not mine!!