As a little girl, I’d watch my Grandma peel citrus. With her fingers coated in the sticky juices she’d break them open and remove the membranes carefully. Most of the time I was able to visit her in Florida was during the summer but nonetheless I remember watching the tedious process of breaking down the well protected fruit and now and then popping a “bulb”, as she likes to call it, into her mouth. When she ate citrus, she’d grab a few of the bulbs… Read More