Our mangoes are starting to ripen, and this year there is a bumper crop. I remember as a child in suburban Rockhampton mangoes were so prolific in their season that they laid thick on the ground making even the air alcoholic, and even the flying foxes couldn’t get through them. I’m not big on preserves. Many years ago I made a rule that I was not going to preserve anything unless the preserve was tastier than the original, the amount of gas, electricity, or firewood it cost was proportionate to how much tastier, and the amount of work it took was similarly proportionate. This recipe is one that makes it through the test!