Chubby Bunny

Missing Italy…Some More

During my stay in Boston, we went to Quincy Market on a Friday. As our aunt pointed out, a lot of produce vendors, mostly selling fruit, sell their goods on Fridays and weekends just a street away from the Market.

What’s more is that they’re usually very fresh, ripe and cheap.

We came back to my uncle’s place with melons that were like cantaloupe, but more elongated in shape, very sweet in taste but not rich in that melon taste that cantaloupe has. We also had some seedless grapes and bing cherries.

Mom and I spotted Turkish figs just as we were leaving the market. For two dollars, we got maybe two pints worth of figs. I was thrilled.

Fresh figs always remind me of my time in Italy, the place where I ate fresh figs (as opposed to dried) for the first time in my life. And when I went to visit my homestay family’s grandparents, they had a fig tree. This meant that I got to eat them fresh off the tree, with the sap still oozing out of the little stem on top.

Good times.

Also, Italy was the first time I had real cantaloupe. The melon we refer to as cantaloupe here in the US is not actually cantaloupe, but musk melon. Cantaloupe doesn’t grow here. But yes, seriously fresh, true-to-the-name cantaloupe with prosciutto is still an unforgettable memory as well.