by Emily Monaco
As a lover of food and travel, I think there is a part of me that feels as though I should be able to taste places in the foods that come from them. I should be able to eat a spoonful of apricot jam and taste the Roussillon; I should eat a slice of perfect pecorino off a knife and taste Rome. And yet, there are few foods that do that for me. Sure, there are recipes I associate with a place, but the actual ingredients that taste like their homes are few and far between.
And then, there’s Seville and its oranges.