Maritozzo and some niceties

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 Convenience stores in Japan are always ready to put seasonal food and sweets on their shelves. Also, they are quick to pick up the products which are in a boom.

7-eleven store nearby my house offered some niceties during this summer.

One was ice cream, or gelato by Häagen-Dazs. It was a mixture of passion fruit sorbet and mango gelato (including diced mango). Its smooth gelato and aromatic sorbet was surprisingly well-combination. With summer being scorching, it was delightfully refreshing dessert to enjoy in the afternoon.  Alas, this gelato and sorbet was a seasonal product, probably sold in August only. I already miss it very much.


Another one was soda-pop and lemon fruit jerry. It was little sweet, and as you eat on, there were chunky cut-fruits such as pineapples at the bottom. The colour of jerry is light blue, adding the freshness to this little dessert. This one is also fading from the store's shelves now.


Possibly on the shelves selling custard puddings, you might find a fist-sized cream bun called Maritozzo. It is a Italian sweet bun filled with plenty of whipped cream. Somehow for unknown reason, this sweet bun is such a boom in Japan right now. 7-eleven offer the sweet bun with whipped cream and raspberry and strawberry jam underneath. Whether this is an artist’s creation, or following the original recipe from Italy, it is a very good sweet for tea time.

Maritozzo is said to be one of the popular sweet bun in Italy, particularly in Rome. I wonder if there is Maritozzo with raspberry jam in it – or let alone, if the buns sold in Japan are similar to the originals sold in Italy in any way. I wish to go there, just to find out what the original bun taste like. Another item is now added to my to-do list after corona.

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