I’ve eaten dates here and there since I was a child. I always enjoyed them but never thought there was anything memorable about them. Probably as exciting as raisins, I would have said. My sister gifted my family a box of Rancho Meladuco dates one Christmas. On my first bite I knew that this was how dates were supposed to taste. This must be the dates that my southern Mediterranean ancestors enjoyed for thousands of years. Not the over dried specimens in my supermarket. Now I’m the oddball that gives my friends dates for Christmas.