I found a Tahitian Pomello at the Farmer’s Market in Palo Alto. It was large and glowing, like a dragon’s egg should be. This citrus was so impressive that people stopped me while I was walking around cradling it and asked where I’d gotten it.
We kept it enthroned on the vase, in honor.
It met it’s demise when Bronwen and I combined it with blood oranges, advacado, greens, olives (I would leave those off next time, though B would use them again.) and a lovely dressing for a marvelous dinner salad. The skin was much thicker than I expected –almost half an inch deep.
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