Reason #219 Why Rome is Better Than South Bend
One good thing about the dead of winter is this: It’s citrus season!! And, best of all, it’s blood orange season!
I discovered blood oranges at Pascucci, a little cafe in the historical center of Rome, where I ate at least one meal a day when I studied abroad. (We had meal tickets there.) Between classes, it was not uncommon for me to hit up the ‘Scuch for a delicious fresh blood orange.
When I returned to the States, I searched high and low for these tasty citrus concoctions. They were too beautiful and delectable to give up! Every time I was in a produce department, I’d scan the oranges, lemons, and tangerines for my little piece of Rome… to no avail.
Then! Miraculously! Two years later! (Two months ago…) My mother calls me and says, “Renee! Martin’s has blood oranges!” GET OUTTA TOWN. My two year quest for the orange by a different color has come to an end. I am now on my second bag of these tasty jewels. They may be a different variety than those I devoured next to the Pantheon (I have the Moro variety, but the typical Italian variety is called Tarocco… thank you, Wikipedia), but they still taste as marvelous as I remember.
Bloggy friends, do YOU have a food that reminds you of something special?