One reason I love Australia? The availability of cheap fresh mangoes. The aroma and taste of fresh mango is second to nothing else I can imagine. When I first came to Australia in 1997 I had no real concept of fresh mango - all my experiences had generally been of the ice-cream or tinned variety. One of the first problems I had with mangoes was the 'how-the-hell-do-you-eat-this' dilemma. My first attempt had me covered in mango pulp, juice and with more in my beard than in my mouth. However, a simple trick sorted me out, and considering my name it should have been more apparent - say hello to the mango hedgehog. I'm just about to have one now for a late brekky. Anyone care to join me?