mango pudding icecream
I remember the first time my mother made mango pudding. She’d borrowed the recipe from a friend after tasting it somewhere-or-other and (in what appears to be a habit I’ve since inherited from her) made it with little regard to her friend’s careful notes.
She bought mango jelly crystals from the Chinese supermarket in preparation for the task (this was long before regular stores stocked such ‘exotic’ flavours).
A tin of evaporated milk.
A bowl full of ripe, fresh mangoes.



