Food & Wine USA - (01)January 2021

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PEARSON RANCH

SPECIALTY CITRUS

Bergamot sour oranges are a key
component in teas and perfumes,
with leaves and rinds that smell like
heaven—or southern Italy.
pearsonranch.com/citrus

VIA CITRUS DWARF

CITRUS TREES

Trees go in and out of stock, but they’re
all a treat—especially lovely Meyer
lemons that bring the sunshine inside
year-round. viacitrus.com/trees

FOUR WINDS GROWERS

Australian finger limes are
prized by chefs as “citrus
caviar,” containing wee
vesicles that are individual
pops of bliss.
fourwindsgrowers.com

MELISSA’S CITRUS CRATE

There’s no guarantee of which
citrus varieties will arrive, but
fingers crossed for endlessly
poppable kumquats to eat, rind
and all. melissas.com

HOW TO BRING THE CITRUS HOME

neglected to eat until she fell off her bike


on the dirt road home. I told myself I was


taking my vitamins.


That was just maintenance citrus,

though—cheap, pallid, forgettable, and


surely out of season—but until you know


there’s a box of 120 Crayola colors, you’re


perfectly content with your eight-pack.


Moving to New York City and wandering


through its markets expanded that pal-


ette of fruit possibilities far beyond my


navel gaze. Over the past few winters, it’s


become a self-assigned mission to find


as many varieties of citrus as I can to


figure out what makes me happiest. And


then eat all of it. From roughly October


through February, there is a heady mist


around my person as I claw into Sumos,


kishus, Pixies, mandelos, Moros, pom-


elos, satsumas, Murcotts, and all manner


of ’quats. I meticulously peel, sniff, and


steep Buddha’s hands in spirits, stingily


zest yuzu, and squeeze oroblanco into


every dish and drink I can. By New


Year’s Eve, I’m convinced that my dig-


ging fingernails will stay golden until


summer and my guts are in a constant


low-level state of upset from all the acid


intake, but I can’t stop myself—I feel like


I’m swallowing the sun, and it’s so dark


outside.


But this winter, I have to strategize.

Taking the subway from borough to bor-


ough and hovering over fruit stalls is


infinitely less appealing in this particular


season, so I’ve planned ahead, buying


dwarf citrus trees to grow under lights


inside. My calamondin is already bearing


small green fruit, the satsuma is at least


a year away from producing any, but the


Key lime and Meyer lemon are decked


with flowers that I think may be the


most joyful things I’ve ever smelled. I


ration this out to myself so it remains


special; finish a household task, or some


writing I’ve been putting off, and I earn


the chance to shut off the noise, walk


over, and deeply inhale until the whole


world is nothing but blossom. This is my


time. And it rules.

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