Monday, July 26, 2004

Mango, not on a stick, and it's not even Carnaval!

Post-This American Brunch we went down to the Mission yesterday. From the car window, The Teacher's Pet and I spotted a man with a pushcart, and a sign on the side of the cart said MANGOS. Well, it did not take a genious to figure out what he was selling. After parking the car we (very quickly) went to his cart and bought a sack of mango covered in lime juice, chili powder and salt. He gave us a bunch of toothpicks to pick up our sticky sweet sour and spicy snack. It was delicious. I hope that guy will be there next time I'm in the Mission...

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Blogger april said...

oooooooh rachel, if ever you were to TRY to make me homesick, you'd bring up mangoman. well, i don't know if you were trying, but you did in fact bring up mangoman and i am now, in fact, homesick.
mangoman used to park his cart - actually, come to think of it, sometimes it's mangolady, but mangoman sounds way more fun - at the intersection of mission and 21st right in front of that bank. bank of the west? i dunno, but that big white bank.
in the summers, i would stalk him, as well i should.
oh, i heart mangoman. (and the toothpicks, they really just somehow round out the whole experience.)

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