05 Jun 2022
Another day not dissimilar to my last wander: I'm feeling a bit tired and rather than just moping around the house I thought I'd find some tiny bit of somewhere that I'd not yet walked and get outdoors. This time I headed for the Tobacco Factory Market in Bedminster, as I often do, but went the long way around via Ashton Court Mansion as I knew there were some footpaths and a small section of road I'd not ticked off up there. Finishing all the Ashton Court footpaths will be quite a long job, but you've got to start somewhere...
I did feel rather better by the time I got home, and, pretty much astoundingly given the weather forecast, managed to avoid the rain completely.
"We've just taken a giant order before you, so there might be a wait," said the server at Kind Regards Coffee when I ordered my flat white.
"Not to worry," I said, I've got a giant arancini to eat while I wait."
Once I'd said this I wondered about my grammar—presumably "arancini" was plural, so what was singular? "Anrancino", I guessed, and was apparently wrong. According to Wikipedia, it is, of course, more complicated than you'd expect:
The corresponding singular is either the masculine arancinu or the feminine arancina. The eastern side of Sicily tends to use the masculine form, while the western side tends to use the feminine form.
As to the etymology:
Arancini derives from the Sicilian plural diminutive of aranciu ('orange'), from their shape and colour which, after cooking, is reminiscent of an orange.
Can't really argue with that; it's pretty bloody orange, and orange-sized. And it was absolutely glorious, all crisp and crunchy on the outside and warm and delicious on the inside. I think the stall was called Ciccio's, and I commend them to you heartily.