Friends, the site was down late last week and into this week. My service provider, Typepad, suffered several security attacks. That was a first in my seven years of using their blogging platform. It's hard to fathom why someone would want to screw up blogs all over the world like that but it happens. Sorry that you didn't have regular access to VWK. Things came back online late Tuesday night, so here's the latest dispatch from my kitchen.
About a month ago, I bought a giant pomelo at our local farmer’s market. It’s always challenging for me because who knows how much actual flesh is inside. I’d tasted his samples and decided to buy one. “Pick a heavy one,” he advised. I must have spent 5 minutes picking through his bins before settling on one the size of a volleyball. I paid about five dollars.
Once home, I weighed the pomelo. It was about 3 pounds (1.5 kg)! Quite proud of my newly acquired pomelo selection skills, I planned to gift it to my mom when we visited during my husband’s spring break. I carefully packed the pomelo in the car, and drove close to 400 miles to my parent’s house. When I presented it to my mom, saying that it’s wonderfully sweet, farm grown, perfect for Vietnamese goi buoi pomelo salad. She demurred and said, “I can’t eat grapefruit because of the Lipitor I take.” Geeze, I didn’t consider the drug interactions when I bought “Big Boy.”
I turned to my sister, Tasha. You want it? “What am I going to do with it?” she asked. Tasha isn’t a super adventurous cook and despite my suggestion that she follow my recipe on VWK, she shook her head. Her son and husband were not into it. Plus, it looked like a lot of work to remove the grapefruit segments. That's the point of Viet goi special event salads, I responed but she didn't give in. Fine, I took the pomelo and set it near my purse so that I’d remember to take it home.