People say gathering twelve round fruits on the eve of a new year ushers in prosperity and good fortune. One round fruit for each month of the new year, they say. My mom faithfully follows this tradition, which I have adopted as my own.
It has been a remarkable year for Jun-blog — a year filled with noteworthy mentions in print, television, and radio plus a Saveur nomination — for which I am truly, truly grateful. On the last day of this magical year, a beautiful bowl of fruits adorns our kitchen table. Apples and oranges. Pears and persimmons. Red globe grapes. Quince. Pomegranate. Kiwis and mangoes. Twelve round fruits for another magical year. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Happy New Year, my dear friends. May all your wishes and dreams in the New Year come true.