Shortly after my daughter was born, my parents flew out from Chicago to California to meet her. While wandering through my neighborhood one day, my father excitedly came across a variety of mango that he called “juice mango”. Back in India (where he is from), there are several varieties of mangoes that were considered “juice mangoes”, meaning you could literally drink the pulp of the mango. As kids, my father and his brothers would purchase a juice mango on a hot, sweaty day and go to town, ending up sticky from head to toe and overflowing with fresh mango juice.
This particular variety was sold as a Champagne mango, and of course, my dad just couldn’t resist buying a few to juice at my house. A demonstration was in order!