In the original spirit of savour, this is a note on one of life’s delicious things. It also happens to be in season now! Here’s a very good noodle recipe featuring it.
It was the biggest supermarket we’d encountered so far, big enough for the pair of us to split up and with it the shopping list. We were bumping into nap time, and while the concept had frayed at the edges over the weeks we’d been in Italy, we nevertheless appreciated a good 90 minutes of reading or scenery-staring or mindless scrolling while the baby was asleep. We’d come to buy the same things: some cured meat, some hard cheese, some pasta, a bunch of herbs, some tomatoes, some bread. And so I didn’t entirely make sense of the waxy, near-round ball that tumbled off the conveyor belt and into the bagging area, where the baby was sat.
“Pomelo!” M said, glee painted across his face. I shrugged, squeezed it into one of the four tote bags we were using to carry everything, made sure the baby didn’t fall backwards.