Here is a sampling of some of the most amazingly fresh produce around different cities in Italy. It didn’t seem to matter which city we were in; there was always a fresh produce stand. Everything looked perfectly ripe, brightly colored, and unblemished. I could not resist buying a nectarine to see if it tasted as good as it looked. I don’t speak Italian so I pointed to the nectarines and made a one sign with my index finger to the man behind all the produce. He started filling a bag and I said no just one. Afterwards, I realized that he thought I wanted 1 kilogram. The taste of my solitary nectarine certainly did not disappoint in the slightest. Crisp outer skin, firm flesh, and a sweetness that cannot be compared to anything that I’ve ever had. No question that I will make my way back to Italy if just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.
