It's days like today, smoldering hot and humid that make me crave citrus. I don't want to drink a cold beer or tall glass of ice water, I really want something juicy with zing! When I was in Italy, some hotter days called for a citrus fix of oranges right from the local market, or even better, the white pompelmos (grapefruit) that I somehow confused as the oversized citrus in America called Pomelos. I had never had a Pomelo here before, so I thought I had discovered something insanely delicious in Italy when really it was a well grown fruit at the height of it's season. I would eat two to three of them in class during lecture or demos when they were around- it was rare. I always managed to sneak into the walk-in fridge searching for one and knowing I probably wasn't supposed to do so; that's how good they were.  And as we fell out of citrus season the oranges and grapefruit would slowly disappear too. I never liked oranges so much until I was in Italy, nor do I think I craved citrus like I do now. Grapefruits, however have always played a roll in my life. When I was little my grandmother would take care of my brother and I after school. I remember the certain treats she was good at bringing over like crumb cake, corn cake, Wendys, or snacks she knew how to prepare well like grapefruit sprinkled with sugar. No, the grapefruit was never enough on it's own, it always had to be sweeter and treated like dessert over fruit. And, though I love the fruit without any additions I think I can make an exception today.