My name is Sojin Kim. This is a pomelo that my parents left on their dining room table after a recent meal. What I see here is not simply a fruit common in parts of Asia (sometimes called  “Chinese grapefruit”; and remembered as  “summer orange” by my mom, who grew up in Korea during the 1930s). What I see is a strategy for addressing the near impossibility of polishing off an entire pomelo in one sitting—a small, domestic example of that no-nonsense, waste-nothing, ever-creative, let’s-see-if-this-will-work, old-school immigrant know-how that can be at once odd and inspiring, practical and visionary.