I was afraid of it. There’re many things that my brain cannot comprehend about mexican food and one of these are the obsession that mexicans have with the spicy fruit. The cannot eat only a fruit, they must add chile to them. I must to admit: i feel that trying fruit with chile is like eating a taco. Nevertheless, and listen to a friend of mine, who told me that the mango with chile was incredible (wich surprised me a lot, since she hates all spicy food). My mood was very low, but i decided to give it a try, so i went directly to the area near the Antropology Museum, wich is famous for their fruit stalls. There i found what was i looking for: a mango. There it was: in a wood stick, cut it in a flower form (“this is so gay”, i thought). It cost only de $ 15 mexican pesos (or US$ 1,5), so never mind the sexual thing, i said, it’s a whole mango and it’s really cheap. The time had come.

-¿Do you want me to add salt, lemon and chile on it?

-Yes, please.

Scared, i bit it, and, surprisingly, i didn’t throw up. I fact, i was almost fascinated with the flavor. I never thought that the salt, lemon and chile would function as a perfect balance to the sweetness of the mango.

Until today, i really don’t know if what is better: a mango by itself or with its red friend. My advice? Try it, don’t mind the gay image, "there's anything wrong with that".

-¿Con sal, limón y chile?

-Sí, por favor

Temeroso, dí la primera mordida e, increíblemente, no vomité. De hecho, quedé casi fascinado con el sabor. Comprendí que la mezcla de limón, sal y chile (no el más picoso, sino uno más afable, como el famoso chile tajín) era un buen paliativo para el, a veces, empalagoso sabor del mango.

Hasta el día de hoy estoy con la duda si es mejor un mango tal y como llegó al mundo o con los aditivos mexicanos. Pero por lo menos vale la pena probar... no importa la imagen gay que se pueda proyectar, viva la tolerancia.