But I Digress

So what does getting a pedicure have to do with food?  Well...let me tell ya'...

I thought I was quite the pedicure afficionado.  I'm no stranger to being scrubbed, buffed, oiled, massaged, and painted.  I'm also no stranger to dreaming about the perfect pedicure and dreaming about the next time my aching, overused feet (stood in a kitchen much?) can be pampered.  I have experienced everything from a chair "nether regions" massage (when I say chair, I mean the chair's doing it, not the pedicurist), to a scalp and neck massage to go along with the foot lovin'.    I'm aware of the strangest of pedicures, where tiny carnivorous fish swim around in your foot tub nibbling all of the dead skin off.  (It's TRUE!)  But never, have I experienced a CHEESE GRATER or FRESH FRUIT at a salon.  Used on your feet, that is.

For those of us who are no stranger to the Pedi-Egg, one can actually fathom say, a microplane, to scrape your callouses (the holes are very similar in size to the egg).  But when my delightful Nancy whipped out a full sized CHEESE GRATER and began going to town on my lower extremeties, I had to laugh.  A REAL kitchen tool. 

The ablutions continued while I relaxed in my massage chair...Nancy gets to the calf and foot massage, and my eyes are closed and I'm drifting off...when suddenly I feel an unusual gelatinous substance cooling my legs, and begin smelling a sharp familiar sweet odor.....my eyes fly open and I say "what's IN that?!?" to which she blithely replies, after smelling it, "Mango...we never know what we're gonna get...sometimes they crush up raspberries, or kiwi, or whatever" ...then she giggles and says "sometimes, they just dump some stuff on top of the old and it all gets mixed up and we call it  fruit PUNCH!!!!"