It's funny how humans cling to the familiar. The other day someone gave Wil a fruit that looked to me somewhat like an orange. They have many different varieties of oranges here, so though it was green, I still assumed it was an orange. On the way home, Wil threw the fruit up in the air; sometimes he caught it on the way down, but a couple of times it landed on the ground. He seemed completely unconcerned. Then, when Wil was packing for Miches, I put the fruit near his bag. He saw it there and said, "I'm not carrying that thing with me. I don't even like them." I asked what it was, and he replied, "toronja." I asked if that was a kind of orange and Wil described it as not a lemon and not an orange but something like them. I told him it would have to be a new fruit for the blog. And, here it is:
This one was the size of a small to medium orange. The greenish/yellowish peel was your average citrus peel.
When I sliced through it, it was juicy (this could have something to do with the tenderizing it received from Wil the day before). There was not a strong smell, just mild citrus. But, once I tasted it, I knew what it was--not a lemon or an orange but something like that--a grapefruit! By the way, why do we call a grapefruit a grapefruit, it has nothing to do with grapes?
This grapefruit was a light yellow inside. It was also quite sweet, but with the tangy grapefruit flavor. Later, I was at the supermarket that is closer to our apartment (but not as good as Plaza Lama) and in the fruit aisle, there they were--toronjas. I guess I had just not noticed them before. The ones in the store were large like the grapefruits that I have seen before. Wil has probably avoided them in the store with me since he does not like them!
We found a pink one on a recent hike near Miches. It was much more sour than the yellow one.
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