I had eaten quite a bit in the days prior and was still stuffed that day. Thus, I had no plans to stuff myself. In addition it was not the beautiful sunny day I desired and actually had to drag myself to the festival. But my stomach woke up the minute I saw people walk past me with large orange fleshy things on sticks. When my brain realized that they were mangoes, it kinda went a little berserk. They looked rather delicious. But I was with company, new company, who had no idea the extent of my obsession with mangoes thus I restrained myself. My eyes though were straining, straining looking for where those mangoes were.
First stall I came across had champagne mangoes impaled on sturdy sticks and cut in a petal pattern to mimic a flower. It was sweet and I vowed to have another (or two) on the way back. However, several stalls later was a vendor with grilled mangoes. The large atulfo mango impaled on a stick and resting on the hot grill. I had to have one of these. Oh, sinful indulgence. Such sinful indulgence. The grilling process had caramelized the natural sugars of the mango and I was in mango heaven! I was basking in the non-existent heat of the sun feeling the juices dribble down my chin, not caring that I was with company.