Of Mice and Mangos

Alright, there's really nothing here about mice. I could try and think of something - like the fact that there's a mouse that occassionally visits our kitchen and runs accross the floor in the morning. But he doesn't really do anything damaging so we don't mind him or actively try and destroy him.

But there is a great deal to do with mangos. Yes. Mangos. And food in general. I should provide context...

My roomie, Dave (yes, same name as me), is a brilliant cook. As in, if the lad decided to actually attend cullinary school, he'd make it HUGE in the business.

I'm not a bad cook myself either ;-)

Well, there's this other friend ours, Kelly - she is also a good cook, loves cooking, and likes to make dinner for our group whenever Dave isn't. Well, our friends decided to put it to rest once and for all who was the best, and threw together an Iron Chef competition. They took up donations and we had a hundred dollar budget for a four course meal. Dave picked me as his sous chef.

We found out a few hours before cooking that the "main ingredient" was to be mangos. I'm like, mangos? Ok... So we went down to the supermarket and made up some recipies.

Our menu consisted of: flakey pastry with mango chillie pepper mousse (sweet, yet with a kick!); a "salad" of mango, strawberries, mellon, grilled asparagus and red pepper in a honeydew half; Salmon with a glaze of reduced mango puree and fresh juiced oranges with a side of shishkabobbed potatoes, onions, and garlic, and organic chips with a special mango salsa; and for desert, after all the sweetness of the mango bits, we went light with just a grilled mango half with a plain white cake.