Fruit and Italy

It’s an odd title, I know, but an appropriate one for this blog post.

Why, you may ask?

Because even though my last post was about food, so is this one even if for a different reason.

The fruit in Italy is amazing.

I’ll preface this by saying that I’m not the biggest fan of most vegetables and some fruits, especially tomatoes.

Which probably makes my decision to come to Italy more than a little laughable.

But when the other day I was staring out across the street at the Colosseum from the restaurant I’d chosen for lunch, biting into the most luscious, sweetest tomatoes of my life on fresh baked bread for my starter, I’ve had to reevaluate that opinion.

One of my fellow diners, an older American from Boston, was of the opinion that in North America, we don’t actually know what a lot of fresh produce is supposed to taste like.

After going to the produce stand down the street from my AirBnB in Naples and selecting a handful of small citrus fruits still with their stems and leaves attached that might be tangerines or clementines or…something since I don’t speak Italian, that I got for one euro per kilo, I’m forced to agree.  Sweet.  Succulent.  Firm-fleshed and delectable.

Yeah, score one for the older guy.

When it comes to fruit and produce, unless it’s locally grown and harvested in-season, I’d have to say that we really don’t know what it’s supposed to taste like because those little orange citrus fruits?

Some of the best things I’ve ever tasted.


I’ve been absent for the last several days, but that’s due to a few different things.

However, now that I’m back, I have to gush a bit about food.

Especially since I’ve had some of the best food of my life in the last week!

It started at Oxford with (what I call) pot pies at Pieminister:


I know, not everyone’s thing.

But in the top 10 of things I’ve eaten in my life filled with free-range beef, awesome bacon, and with mashed potatoes and gravy.

I went back the next day, had another, and this time topped it with crispy onions.

If all else fails, I’ve found a place to eat myself into a food coma.

Now I’m in Rome and while I could gush about the Vatican or the ruins or the Colosseum, instead I’m going to gush about their pastries.

Specifically their cream puffs, which made the top 5 of sweets I’ve ever had.


One near-obligatory food post down, maybe more to come.

Travels and best wishes!


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