Tuesday, February 7, 2012

February Love Number 5

(I wrote this last night on my kindle and then it disappeared and I just didn’t have the energy to rewrite it before bed, typing on the tiny keys with 2 fingers.)

If you grew up with me, you will know that I’ve always been a picky eater. My poor mom couldn’t serve spaghetti with any sort of a chunky tomato if she expected me to eat any. I refused anything that looked squishy or pulpy or slimy or icky, which included peaches, pears, avocados, and the worst offender - pulpy orange juice

But: I’ve changed my ways (a little.) I can eat a tomato on my hamburger and enjoy it. And one thing I’ve converted to in my older years are the little Clementine oranges that they sell this time of year.

Oh! The Clementine. It’s the perfect orange (or is it a tangerine?) They are perfectly sweet. They are easy to peel. They almost never have seeds (just the thought of an orange seed hiding under thin orange skin is enough to make me avoid the regular orange. For life.) They are easy peasey to peel, and most of the white stuff comes off. Their happy little stickers make them see happy and fun, just sitting there in their mesh bag.

Clementines. I love love love them. Are you with me?


Amy Sorensen said...

mmmmm. I like clementines too! I think they are the fresh version of mandarin oranges.

Also, I am not sure if I admire your blogging-with-your-kindle persistence or abhor it. Gah. I shudder at the thought!

Britt said...

they are the only oranges I put forth the effort to eat. Now if only they weren't so darn expensive!