The first time I went to the emergency room was when I was about 10. I woke up really late in the night with horrible cramps/stomach pains in my abdomen. I was in major pain and ran to my parents’ room crying out for help. I must of scared them, because they quickly picked me up and had me lie down in the back of the car as they drove quickly to the emergency room. I don’t really remember much from the car drive, but I remember lying in the back crying in pain. I even remember explaining to my parents that it felt like someone was playing ping-pong inside me. [I was picturing a tiny man that looked much like a tiny hamburgular wreaking havoc in my body…] The pain was in what I now know as my lower abdomen. My mom was reaching back from the front passenger seat and clenching my hand really tight and my dad kept on assuring me that I will be alright and we where almost there.
I don’t remember much after that. I don’t even remember getting to the emergency room. The next thing I remember was a curtain surrounding me and I was on a bed in the ER. There was a nurse taking my blood for tests and through out all the pain and fear, I do remember being proud of myself for not crying when the nurse took my blood. I felt like a man. Hey, the crying from the internal ping pong match doesn’t count as a marker of my manlihood or lack there of. It comes from blood being drawn. Give me a break, I was 10.
The doctor and my dad talked for a bit and then after what was about 15 minutes in my head, but in reality probably a couple of hours, I went home and had a huge plate of mangos. Awesome. Go to emergency room and dad preps you a big plate of mangos. Turns out I didn’t have enough vitamin C in my system and the doctor told me to take eat some fruit and he will contact my parents with the results from the test. I assume the results where good, because I never returned to the hospital. However, I did learn a huge lesson. Mangos are still good and full of vitamin c.
I always loved mangos. They are tart and sweet at the same time with a refreshing creamy juiciness to add. It’s amazing. Growing up, I only ate it as a fruit on it’s own. Sometimes it would be dried, but always just on it’s own. I was never into sweet salsas so when I heard of mango salsa, I was hesitant. I made some for the first time in DC when I bought some mangos that where quickly about to spoil. I served it with a simple grilled fish, and was sold then and there. I’ve since served it with all kinds of seafood. My favorite is marinating salmon in the harissa/sriracha and tequila lime marinade. The sweetness balances really well with the lime and tequila/rum and cools the heat from the chili. Perfect for the summer grill.
Come to think of it, my parents could have just poured me a glass of orange juice. I’m glad that in all the panic and excitement, it slipped their mind.
1 cup diced ripe mango, ¼ to ½ inch
¼ cup minced cilantro
¼ cup minced shallots
½ tsp salt
1 minced medium jalapeno or serrano chili pepper (seeded if you don’t want too spicy)
1 medium lime
mix all ingredients with the juice of the lime
set in refrigerator covered for at least 10 minutes
serve chilled or at room temperature