Discovering the Joy of Grilled Mango

I went to a street fair this past weekend and instead of indulging in the usual funnel cake, grilled corn, and
kettle corn, I indulged in grilled mango.

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. 

Grilled mango?

Yes please!