This week was mango mela for us. We got mangoes from every where we went. From our neighbors, Grandma, friends and my own dear mango tree.
We didn’t know what to do with all those raw mangoes but filled are tummies with the ripe ones. We didn’t want to wait till they ripe because we got fed up eating the ripe ones.
Then my sister suggested to make mango pickle with it. She loves pickle. No other way to utilize the mangoes and decided to make pickle with it. My mother asked to help her for she can’t manage the pickle herself. My mother asked us to slice the mangoes for her and that was way too boring that eating some along made it much more better.
Then when all the mangoes where sliced my mother put salt and said that we will wait till the mangoes absorb the salt and she left. I was not able to keep myself from eating those salted mangoes that I stole into the kitchen when I found another thief eating the mangoes. It was my sister we both where surprised to see each other in the kitchen.
Anyway I ate till my stomach was full and when my mom came to taste the salted mangoes to her surprise she found the salted mango was half in quantity and knowing it was us she proceeded with the next step that was to pour oil into a vessel and add a few ingredients and chilly powder in it and put the salted mango in it and stir it then we with our tongue watering said that we are going to taste it and ate little every time and when it was dinner time when my mom went to take the pickle . What did she find!!!!!!!The pickle vessel empty!!!!!!!!