Sniff sniff. Fever's making me go gaga, and I've slighty lost hearing for one ear (oh no, Be With Me?). Sniff. Must work.
On a good note, my Nepalese neighbour just let me have a small bite from his nepal-imported dried mango. The whole stock looks like a gigantic piece of bak kwa (it looked like a dark brown drum skin to me), complete with weave-markings from the mould which tells of his mother's love.
How does it taste like? Mango. That's exactly how it tastes like. Although quite sticky to the teeth.
And he folds it up like a piece of crepe for keeping. How interesting.