"Fruit time!"


I remember this phrase uttered years ago in an adorable Spanish accent by my friend Isabel from Madrid.  We were taking sailing classes in Ibiza, and each hot August afternoon the 26 foot sloop would tuck into a secluded bay, set anchor, and Isabel would take it upon herself to slice up something fresh and sweet to enjoy for snack time.

It’s fruit time in Sayulita.  Mangoes are ripening on every tree, lychees are on offer at pop-up stands, and the pineapples have never been sweeter.  

The weather is hot, and nothing is nicer than slicing into a juicy champagne mango, sliding its flesh into a blender with ice, water, and a few squeezes of lime and whipping up a cold, satisfying afternoon beverage.  

The leftovers go into popsicle molds for the kids.  We like to have a little ammunition to incent good behaviour after school during the hottest part of the afternoon.
 

"Pick up your toys and you can have a little treat!" my wife says.

"Okay!" say the little gremlins as they begin their transformation into doe eyed angels.