mi manca l'italia

The other day, the grocery store had a bunch of small, withered, extremely pathetic-looking blood oranges, and it made me remember when I was in Siena and I’d go to the open-air market that surrounded the fortezza Medicea every Wednesday. It had everything from shoes to table linens to tools to beautiful meats and cheeses and fried foods and, above all, the freshest and most colorful produce I ever have laid eyes on–deep purple artichokes and perfect, plump Sicilian blood oranges, speckled sunburned orange on the outside and perfect ruby-red inside. They tasted incredible.