British artist Eddie Peake has delivered not so much a recipe as an ingredient. His favourite dish is the creamy Alphonso mango: ‘I like it fresh, in large chunks, with nothing else added, and to eat it with my hands,’ he says.

‘I like to suck every last bit of flesh off the stone, and to scrape the flesh off the skin with my teeth.’ The boy likes his mango. And while he, and his naked performers, roller-skating installations and saucy club nights, are screamingly hot at the moment, so too is the Alphonso mango, which, of the many mango cultivars, is usually the most valued, for it has smooth buttery flesh and little fibre.

Questions were asked in the House of Commons because shipments from India were banned (due to fruit flies) in 2014, so when they were let back in last year, it was a relief to top restaurateurs, TV chefs, daring chocolatiers, humble lassi makers and, presumably, Eddie Peake.

Given the minimalist nature of Peake’s submission, there’s no recipe this month. You’ll just have to use your imagination.

As originally featured in the July 2016 issue of Wallpaper* (W*208)