Gourmet's Ruth Reichl has a short little dispatch that has my stomach grumbling:
I've been in Rome for the past week, and it's reminding me how much great produce we still miss out on. The small, lavender-striped artichokes that are in every market are almost unbearably delicious. It's the season for puntarelle, the Roman salad green with juicy, pungent stalks that are always eaten zinged with anchovy sauce. And though it's only March, every tomato I've tasted here has been absolutely fabulous. I haven't even mentioned the sexy blood oranges with their shocking magenta color or the fragoline di bosco—wild strawberries that smell like violets in springtime—that are such a happy ending to a meal.