A Surprise Pomelo and Some Big News

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This was supposed to be a post about prepping pomelo to eat as a healthy snack in the winter, inspired by my mom and stepdad, who are living in Shanghai and probably snacking on peeled pomelo at this very moment.

This was supposed to be a post about pomelo and also about my big news.

Except that when I cut into the giant citrus that was sold to me at the farmers market as pomelo, it turned out not to be the usual white pomelo I was expecting, but some type of pink pomelo. Pomelo flesh is usually sweet, yellow and dry-ish, so it is easy to separate into segments and store in a container in the fridge for snacking throughout the week. This pink specimen was juicy and drippy, so separating the flesh was a messy, ugly business that I took care of over the sink, eating almost the whole thing as I did. It was nothing to post about; it wasn’t pretty, though it was delicious.

A Surprise Pomelo and Some Big News

But it struck me as I was peeling apart the pink segments that the surprise pink pomelo — the pomelo that resisted my big plans for it and was not at all what I expected it to be — is probably an even more appropriate accompaniment to my big news, which is this: I am about 18 weeks pregnant, expecting a baby in early June.

So I hope you can forgive the recent blog silence, as I had debilitating all-day morning sickness throughout the first trimester and subsisted on a rotating list of takeout dinners, buttered toast, fruit and dry crackers for most of the fall. I couldn’t face cooking anything, not even an egg, for about five weeks. I couldn’t look at food blogs or Pinterest or Instagram. Even thinking about food made me sick. It was a difficult time, to put it mildly.

But all that has ended thankfully, and I am cooking and eating pretty much normally again. Rob and I are excited and of course a little terrified about everything ahead. I feel most secure when I can plan far in advance, especially when it comes to the big things in life, but of course I can’t plan for who this new little pomelo will be. Expectations and plans be damned, he or she is, and that is more than enough for me.

   

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