When Mango met Basil: it was a sweet story

YOU: "Miss GG, what's your favorite fruit?"
ME: "Mango. Duh."
YOU: after rolling your eyes at the tone in my answer "and your fave herb?"
ME: "BASIL! Ooo so much basil! Basil. Basil. Basil."
YOU: annoyed with this whole thing
ME: "Hey, look! I'll prove it. SEE! I made you something!"

Did you know dogs can be allergic to mangos? Yeah, we didn't either until our rottweiler started losing copious amounts of hair and spent most of her day trying to scratch her itchy feet and skin. Poor Miss Kitty. So, it was my job to go pick up all the mangos that had fallen. Because, like me, she loved mangos too. So I would bring them inside every morning and Miss Elena and I would peel the ripe ones and cut them up to have with breakfast. Needless to day, Mangos= home for me.

Basil, on the other hand, was a later discovery for me. I discovered it when I started branching out from my mother's cooking tree and found my own cooking flavor. Maybe it would be over done but, if I could, I'd make something with basil everyday.

So here you go, a story of when Mango met Basil.