I had it on that list I have titled, “Things to do on a really slow day.” (As opposed to others I keep handy like my “To do when you have a ten minute window” and “To put off as long as possible” lists.) It was a recipe involving a thing called a pomelo.
Usually when I read a recipe that involves an ingredient I have to Google my eyes glaze over and I just go roast a chicken instead. But I was having a slow day, so I did a Sherlock on the pomelo.
To save you the trouble of doing the same, allow me to fill you in. Turns out it’s the larger, sweeter sister of the grapefruit. When I say large, I mean, yah, big. But part of that is its very thick skin. (And who doesn’t need a thick skin in the 21st century?)
I was well-intentioned: I read the recipe,po which involved soy beans and buckwheat soba noodles and blah blah blah. But after peeling the fruit, I succumbed to its charm like Eve did with the apple. I couldn’t help myself; it was irresistible. I ate the whole damn thing. This precluded making the recipe, of course, so I just roasted another chicken instead.
Anyway, yum. Try a pomelo. You won’t get kicked out of Eden, I promise.