I get a chance to go home to Miami at least once a year. Although I was raised in Miami there is no doubt that my family brought ever tradition, habit, & custom from the MS Delta with her to Sunny South Florida. For the most part, we never had a chance to really enjoy Florida cuisine until we much older.
Last summer during my annual visit, I had a chance to have dinner at a friends house. The kids got a chance to play while we had dinner and chatted. The food was so good, but dessert blew my mind.
D explained that her husband made a special trip to a special market on the other side of town to get Mamey for us to enjoy.
What’s amazing about this very rare fruit is not only the odd look but how sweet the delicate fruit is.
When he sliced it open you could smell the sweetness. The fruit itself looked , to me, much like a sweet potato but the creaminess reminded it me of avocado. and the taste like nothing I had ever had before. It was confusing and delicious…. All at the same time. My husband described the taste more like papaya.
It blew my mind that in all my years, a Florida native, that this fruit had never crossed my path. Its experiences like this that make think about all things I’ve overlooked in life. Has greatness been hiding in plain sight all this time? or has my life really been this vanilla?
Ok, ok… I know its just a fruit.
The suggested way to enjoy Mamey with a group is as a shake. Milk + Mamey = Heaven.