There is nothing worse than taking for granted something that you indeed love dearly. Actually, there is, namely acute cheeseburger cravings when cheeseburger is nowhere to be found. But that’s neither here nor there. Point is, it’s pretty awful to love something and realize the next day that it’s not a guaranteed presence in your life…
…which is why I am imploring you, lovely readers, to please stock up on blood oranges now if your sentiments toward the fruit are anything like mine (read: stalkerish, lustful, awe-inspired). I am not even a fan of citrusy fruits (the white stringy clingy rind is a huge turn-off to my selective palate and crunching teeth) but this lovely sanguinella variation really does make my heart grow wings. Without fail, that lovely red juice escapes — onto the floor, onto my arms, into my hair — and I watch it like I’m watching my firstborn child.* It’s really just a beautiful sight, which is why I wanted to give you all this gentle reminder to, please, not miss your chance this season. There is very little good that lasts indefinitely. Take heed.
*: Not that I have one. I am extrapolating here.
I am pleased as punch (is this a reference to the beverage, or to the puppet of literary fame?) to say that we found an international market in Indianapolis last weekend. Among many other delectable and hard-to-find items, I bought some blood oranges. They fascinate me.
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