BIG GREEN MANGOES

Where ever they're imported from doesn't matter. They were cheap, at one point, but soon they'll probably be astronomical because the big orange sewage balloon keeps playing with tariffs. And no one will want to sell them to us, because they don't know at the time of shipment if we'll pay when they hit the port. We're quite unreliable.

Why trade with a bunch of flake-a-zoids?

Green mangoes as an accompaniment to fatty pork work very well. Especially with a bit of stinky shrimp paste or dried fish in the stew, plus chilies. There are three Chinese American women in this apartment building, only one of whom is, maybe, familiar with that concept.
I know that my apartment mate (one of the three) would not automatically jump to that combo. Never-the-less, I bought a big green mango for each of them.
They're as big as a baby's head.

Mmm, mangoes, chilies, fish sauce, streaky stewed pork!
Paradise on your plate!

They can be sourced from Latin America, South East Asia, Mainland China and Taiwan, and the Heard and Mc Donald Islands. All of which have been venomously intercoursed with Donald Trump's dingbat tariffs.

And why would anyone even bother to try selling imported goods in a market operating so erratically? One just cannot trade with erratic inconsistent morons.

The Indonesian Chinese woman downstairs front probably enjoys mangoes. My landlady, Toishanese born here, loves them. My apartment mate, also Toishanese born here (her daddy is from Texas), I don't know about. And as a Dutch American with some rather Indonesian tastes I'm a foregone conclusion on that score.

Might dish up that previously mentioned pork over spaghetti noodles.
With some anchovies to accentuate the flavours.

Thinly sliced Jalapeños to garnish.
And cilantro.



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