Grapefruit and fusilli salad





Oddly, grapefruit have nothing and I mean nothing to do with grapes. I cannot account for this conflating fruit name thing except maybe laziness or maybe even meanness. Maybe it happens when cultures collide. Culture clash. Do they appear to grow in clusters on the tree? They are so big they would have to touch each other along the branches. 

That number up there on the De Cecco, the number 34, that's vitally important. Vitally. It means everything in the world. It means a name. It's a name. A number name. Like Chanel Nº5. We're led to believe it's the fifth attempt the fifth trial or fifth essence, the quintessence or whatever. They're doing that to the pasta. Naming it with a number to imbue it with gravitas. That's what the numbers on pasta mean. It is not the gauge or whatever. 

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