I made this hearty, robust dish the first time a few months back, when I had a mountain of ripe mangos to use up.  I’m surely not creating the wheel on this one, but here’s my spin on it. This is the kind of slow-cooked goodness that leaves your house smelling divine. Whereupon your dinner guests enter to exclaim with wonder and anticipation, ‘You are a goddess. I am the luckiest person ever to know you.’

Not the best money shot. Meh. This is actually the day after, an after-thought. We, (I) we too busy with mayhem the night before.