So, after a hiatus of several weeks, I finally got my Los Poblanos box renewed. I love my Los Poblanos box. I get all this healthy stuff. I eat well. I don’t have to go to the grocery store. It’s all good. I’ve been missing it. Well, if I would clean out my fridge, that is. Some of the items from several weeks ago are still in there :~.
None the less, I have decided to face the slimy green demons and start fresh with a new box next week. Farmer Monty has been sending the weekly box list even though I lapsed and it has been so intriguing. Asparagus? Artichokes? What is this! I want some! So I caved. I renewed. With bated breath I awaited the box list this week.
Mangos.
I admit it. I’m scared of mangos. Stop laughing! There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation. See, my food experiences have been someone limited. I had never eaten one until they came in the box last year. I thought they were odd, but I couldn’t stand to throw them out and I had resolved to eat more macro, less boxed. So, I screwed my courage to the sticking place, cut one up and ate it. I think it nearly killed me. Seriously. I was sick – not uncomfortable, not a little off, I was throwing up even water for days. I did not eat AT ALL for a week. I actually went in to see a doctor because I realized I was loosing it.
Now, understand, I don’t like doctors. I’m sure they are nice people, well, some of them. The other ones are jerks. But, either way, they can’t solve most of my health problems. If it isn’t killing me, it will get better on its own, so why pay moneyfor someone to poke around and tell me, “Oh, yeah, well, it will get better soon.” I severed a tendon in my wrist, paralyzing my thumb, and I did not go to a doctor for a week. I kept hoping it would get better.
But, I went to the doctor over the Mango Incident.
Why would I have such an issue over an innocent and perfectly delicious mango? Well, you see, I had never eaten a mango. I did not know anything about them. When I cut it up and ate it, I ate the rind as well. Well, mango rind isn’t digestable. According to some websites, it causes an irritation similar to poison ivy. I got to explore projectile vomiting. It was horrible.
So, I am scared of mangos. The Los Poblanos delivery van should play the “Jaws” theme when they leave those little bombs on my porch. But I will face my fear and eat the blasted things anyway. Hope they don’t kill me this time . . .
