Growing up, summer meant one thing above all else — mango season. My childhood was filled with memories of summer vacations spent in my grandmother’s backyard alongside my cousins. Towering mango trees filled the backyard, each producing different varieties of fruit. Some mangoes were thick and fleshy, perfect for slicing and eating. Others were wonderfully juicy; we would simply squish them gently in our hands, bite off the tip, and drink the sweet juice straight …