I bought a bunch of huge fruits which I don’t know the name of, but which I call “heads.” I think it might be a pomelo or something to that effect. They are about the same size as a head. They are kind of like an overgrown grapefruit, but with very thick skin and a very sweet taste.
In China I would always share these with someone. They are too big for one person to eat alone. We would walk to a little corner fruit stall at night, purchase a head from the fruit boy and happily carry the heavy head home anxious to dig into the sweetness. At home we would wash and peel the fruit. Then, placing it in a bowl, we would share slices while we watched movies or did school work. It was a special ritual.
Now I have all of these heads. They have been sitting on my refrigerator for the past week. I couldn’t bring myself to eat one all alone. They have too much meaning behind them for me.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Break the cycle. I think I am finally going to delve into my sweet fruit and enjoy eating it all by myself.
Photos of the Pomelos and a little inspiration.
(How to peel a pomelo.)
(Inside of a pomelo.)
(Enjoying the sweet fruit.)
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PS. This Taiwanese Fortuneteller named Amy was eating pomellos, or heads, with her family at the beach on Sunday when Rachel, Jeff and our home-stay friends arrived. She gave us a head to eat and it was delicious.
Mira, the drama is lost on the reader if you do not say,
"I broke up with my boyfriend."
Then when you allude to the sharing, the two, the other it will make sense to a reader. Each time you write a page you have to assume the reader does not know you.
Maybe I am a little sorry to admit these things to my readers, Andy.
Sorry...
Did you ever see someone with the pomelo skin on their head?
http://flickr.com/photos/wofungla/773424121/in/set-72157600755046947/
There's a photo or two of me like that somewhere. I'm not sure if there's a meaning to it, or if it's just for fun.
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