It started with a evening of pupus ( Hawaiian word for appetizers) on the deck at a neighbor's house. My friend and her husband are amazing cooks and provided a "snack" feast for a few neighbors one night.
The grilled chicken legs (full size, not appetizer size...) were amazing - when I asked what was in the rub - I got this sent to me the next day!
OK! Noted! No measurements, but now the secret is out. It was the best. Yes, I ate two of the legs, and a bunch of other items. The other mentionable treat was a Hood River Cherry Company Chutney on soft cheese on a cracker. Heaven in a bite.
We talked story, caught up, swapped neighborhood news, laughed and just watched the sunset for our nightly entertainment.
Then one neighbor asked the hostess, "What's for dessert?" I think I remember the response of "Nothing!" There was an audible gasp from the guest- slapping his forehead saying, "I've forgot it! I have been watching this mango all week on the tree hoping it would be perfect for tonight and I forgot to pick it. I'll be right back!" Off he went to pick dessert.
Armed with a kitchen machete, he went for it....
The mango was still warm from the sunny day, sweet as sweet as can be. If you have never had a fully ripe perfect Hayden variety Mango right off the tree, you are missing out on one of the wonders of the world. I kid you not. As we drooled and ooohed and awwed, he expertly separate the flesh from the peel and passed the slices around.
Dessert was served!