Mangoes mean comfort food for Sherlyn Chopra.
Mangoes mean comfort food for Sherlyn Chopra. The luscious fruit brings back fond memories of her father every summer. As she haggles for a peti amid a crowd of fans in Four Bungalows market, this daddy's girl tells CS about her mango mania:
Down memory lane
My memories of mangoes are closely linked with my father. He was very good at making aamras. As a kid, I recollect wolfing down hot piping rotis with aamras. So, every time I miss my father, I make myself some yummy aamras with rotis. As I was my daddy's girl, I would insist on getting the largest share of the aamras. I remember once stealing a couple of mangos from my neighbour's garden. My dad had given me a rap on my knuckles. He told me 'once a thief, always a thief'. That same day he went to the market and got me dozens of mangoes.
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Happy Sundays
My physical trainer tells me to avoid mangoes because of the sugar content in them. It's not good for my body, you see. But I don't take him seriously, especially in the months of April, May and June. In this period, every Sunday is Mango Day. I love gorging on juicy Alphonso mangoes. I also enjoy having kairi with a dash of mirchi and salt. They are perfect for summers. I also love naturally made mango ice cream. When it comes to the aamras, I make it smoother and richer by adding milk to it.
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Bargaining blues
To be frank, I am quite bad at bargaining. And when a shopkeeper tells me, "Madam, aap jaise log bargain karenge, toh aam janta kya karegi?" (If people like you start bargaining, what will commoners do?), that's it, I can't haggle anymore. Also, I lack the patience to scout around ten shops while buying. I randomly pick up mangoes and later realise that I have made a mistake. That's why I normally send my assistant or trainer to pick up mangoes for me. They're far better at it. My sister is good at bargaining too, so I send her at times.
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