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Damn you, mango pit!

I can't catch a fucking break! Last night I came home late as usual. I work in the fucking restaurant industry and my hours suck. Anyway, I wanted a quick, simple snack: plank-grilled barramundi with a cilantro-mango salsa spiked with a touch of brunoised jalapeno for a little spice.

Well that didn't fucking happen.

Don't get me wrong, I had all the ingredients. (They're staples in my kitchen.) What I didn't have was the fucking patience for that damn mango. As an international celebrity, I travel the world and see the best it has to offer. I've seen amazing things.

although I still prefer the fucking touch method). But we can't genetically engineer a fucking mango with a pit that doesn't drive everyone fucking crazy!

The ridiculously large and wide pit takes up so much of the mango. I don't know about you, but I buy a mango for its juicy, sweet flesh. Not its fucking pit. Apparently the pit didn't get the memo.

What's more is that so much of the flesh hangs on to the pit. Not that you want to eat that flesh anyway. It's fucking fibrous; the pit has ruined it, depriving us of yet more of the stuff we crave.

And don't fucking tell me about the scoring trick that everyone does. I don't believe in scoring a mango and then folding it so that the flesh cubes pop out.