Messina, Sicily. October, 2012

The other day, I met a man from Sicily at my local Watertown, MA, bus stop. When it turned out he was from Messina, I just said one word, arancini. He almost melted, then began to speak about his upcoming trip home for two months when “mama will cook for me.” It’s always nice to meet someone with shared eating experiences. Here’s one of the two arancini I’d bought in my walk through Messina, brought back to share with Dr. Blake at lunch on the boat. When we learned that a British couple we’d befriended had never had one, had never heard of them, we gave them the second one and their world widened.