Ode to the Orange

Believe it or not it has been years since I’ve eaten and enjoyed an orange.  Why?  Well, many years ago, my grandpa Jules, who was once in the produce business,…

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Believe it or not it has been years since I’ve eaten and enjoyed an orange.  Why?  Well, many years ago, my grandpa Jules, who was once in the produce business, introduced me to clementines.  They were sweet, juicy, easy to peel, seedless, and absolutely delicious.  In contrast nine times out of ten, when I tried to eat an orange, I couldn’t peel it all the way, the pith leaving its bitterness behind, there were seeds to mess with, and the flavor just couldn’t compare.  I gave up on them.  Until yesterday.  I bought a navel orange to use the zest in a sour cream, orange, and cilantro garnish, and brought it to work today in a baggie.  It was stripped of its zest, and I really didn’t expect much.  Despite the bits of pith clinging to it, it was absolutely fantastic — tasted like pure, unadulterated summer, and not a seed in sight.  I bought three more on the way home from work today. 

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