I came into some bergamots. Like an inheritance, four gleaming orbs showed up one day unexpectedly, their pocked skins sending missiles of mouthwatering spray into the air. Visions of bergamot gumdrops danced in my head, my imagination sparked by that familiar floral perfume.
But it wasn't meant to be.
Precious though they were, I was the victim of poor planning and had but a few hours to make them last. Zesting and candying might be my best chance to preserve them for the days when the light shines longer.