Why mangoes deserve better than trendy food experiments and gimmicks

Let’s be real: mangoes don’t need your help. They don’t need deconstruction or drama

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Mangoes , just slice and enjoy
Mangoes , just slice and enjoy

Dubai: It’s officially mango season — and while most of us are out here worshipping this golden goddess of fruit, someone (who shall not be named) had the audacity to launch a mango-filled chocolate last month. With fanfare. Flashbulbs. Influencers. And you know what? It wasn’t a holy union. It was a bit of a culinary mash-up mishap.

Let’s be honest: mixing mango with chocolate is like making a sequel to a perfect film — completely unnecessary and indulgent.

Say it with me: Mangoes don’t need chocolate. Or curry. Or to be “reimagined” in a foamy French dessert.

They’re already perfect. A ripe mango is nature’s original dessert — sweet, sticky, and drop-dead gorgeous. Why are we trying to fix something that isn’t broken?

Mangoes re-invented! The image is for illustration purposes alone

Put it in a soufflé? You just murdered the mango. Drown it in ganache? Sacrilege. Some things are sacred. And mangoes, darling, belong to that rarefied bracket

Honestly, I’ve never met a fruit more capable of standing on its own. Packed with natural sugars, antioxidants, and childhood joy, mangoes don’t need a plus one.

They’re the Beyoncé of fruit — the headline act. Not the backup singer to your chocolate dream.

I grew up with mangoes served in their purest form — sliced on a plate, chilled in the fridge, devoured in less than 60 seconds. Sometimes, if we were lucky (or sneaky), we’d get a second helping. That was dessert. That was summer.

Even raw mangoes, chopped up and dressed with salt, chilli powder, and a splash of coconut oil? Absolute fire. Tangy, punchy, divine. And yes — still better than anything being invented in some hipster food lab right now.

Let’s be real: mangoes don’t need your help. They don’t need deconstruction or drama. All they need is a sharp knife, a plate, and some quiet respect.

So the next time someone offers you a mango truffle, a mango curry foam, or (God forbid) a mango crème brûlée, just say no.
Say it with love. Say it with sass. But say it.

Because mangoes? They don’t do collaborations. They’re the main character.