First time I ever tried a real mango was when a coworker offered me a half she has already scored into squares. She handed it to me and I asked “How do I eat it?” She said, nonplussed “You just eat it.” “I just take a bite?” “Yeah.”
So I take a bite of this piece of fruit she handed me. As I force myself to chew and swallow this tough, bitter garbage fruit, I tell her “I don’t think it’s for me.” I look at her and apparently she had just been staring at me in open mouthed horror, instead of warning me “Don’t eat the skin!”