Grandmangoes by mail?
Weird title, I know. Yesterday, we received a package. It was as hard as a rock. My mom opened it and noticed it smelled like alcohol, and the solid was compact air. The package had either gotten really hot or really cold. It was from my grandma. It wasn’t normal alcohol. It was accidentally fermented mangoes!
Grandma got a good deal on her mangoes and cut them and seasoned them to send to us, not realizing that adding sugar and spices would cause the mango slices to ferment. We no longer have the fermented grandmangoes! Off to Pilates now!
Your friend,
Blueberry
Hahahahahahaha!
Love your Grandmother so much <3
Auntie Ruthie
Iconic Grandma move!