The names of different varieties of Mangos roll of the tongue, each as rich and lush as the fruit itself. Summer is here and mango season is here.
My childhood memories are of buckets filled to the brim with crushed ice, and endless mangos buried under the ice. Of endless feasts of mango eating, and rolling over and falling into druglike stupor.
It is a remarkable fruit in the sense that it can be cut with a knife, sucked like ice cream or crushed for its juice.
Below are 3 of my favourites.
Considered as one of the best variety of mangoes available in Pakistan, it is without doubt not a mango for the fainthearted. The bouquet of it is enough to make you swoon with ecstasy. And the taste.
Uff! what can I say about the taste. It is mind numbingly sweet, and it just does things to your palate which no self respecting mango should do. Small wonder it is known as the KING of mangoes.
Mangoes should always be eaten ripe but firm and the chaunsa is no exception.
These little guys are what it means when they say big things come in small packages. Not growing more than the size of a fist, they are purely sucking mangoes. Select them ripe and gently knead the flesh in its skin, till the fruit feels pulpy and soft.
Bite of a small section of the top, and suck out the contents. These are fantastic, if they have been kept in the freezer for an hour then taken to the beach, or to the park. Its more like drinking mango nectar, and though sweet, the bouquet of Anwar ratole is not so intense.
The Sindheri is the little brother of Chaunsa. Not as sweet and not as intense. However it does not have that strand like texture which is often found in chaunsa. But not to be missed.
Mirza Ghalib , one of the most famous and influential Urdu poets (1797-1869) loved mangoes. He was said to be a connoisseur of mango's, and claimed to have tasted more than 4000 varieties of them
The story so goes:
One day, Hakeem Raziuddin, a famous physician of Delhi, who did not like mangoes, was sitting with Ghalib in the latter’s house. Some donkeys passing through the street sniffed at the mango peels lying there and moved away. The Hakeem exclaimed that even donkeys did not eat mangoes.
Mirza wittily retorted,“Yes. The donkeys certainly do not eat mangoes”".
Shaukh farmaiye. Bon Appetit