Tastes Like Jamaica

Another round of breakfast chat with my lovable and logical husband...

ME:

(Eating slices of mango while making our breakfast)

I love fresh mango. It tastes sort of woodsy to me, you know? 

E:

(Eating mango over the sink)

I doesn't taste like wood, it tastes like Jamaica.

ME:

(pausing over the stove)

What?

E:

You know, it tastes like Jamaica would taste. If you ate a piece of it.

ME: 

(waiting silently for this little conversation to play out)

E: 

So like, if you ate a piece of Italy, it would taste like tomatoes, if you ate a piece of Jersey, well, that would just taste like dirt. But if you ate a piece of Jamaica it would taste like mangoes... and weed.

Clearly we have some issues with Jersey :)