First off –I don’t like oranges. At least I thought I didn’t.
As posted before, I think it’s pretty neat that Californians can grow citrus trees in their front yards. Lemons, grapefruit, oranges, not to mention: the Blood Orange. I first discovered this creation one February afternoon with my friend, Cassidy. He had a handful of oranges and offered me one. I politely accepted the fruit –even though oranges really aren’t my favorite treat. He told me that it was a blood orange and I was suddenly curious. I had remembered reading about blood oranges for a school project and always wondered how they tasted. I began to peel the fruit and was surprised when red juice started to dribble down the rind. I soon made it to the deep red, fleshy fruit and took a bite. Talk about delicious: (Blood Oranges are exceptionally juicy with a sweet-tart kick). I quickly gobbled up the fruit and couldn’t stop thinking about how good it tasted even the next day.
Now this very whole time, there had been a bowl of oranges on the table at home; but because I was so used to detesting oranges, of course I hadn’t tried one. I later heard my brother, Kennedy, talking about how we had blood oranges and my ears perked up right away.
“We have blood oranges?!” I exclaimed.
Kennedy: “Yeah”
Me: “Alllll of these are blood oranges?”
Kennedy: “Yeah…”
Haha, and I ate about 2 or 3 of them that very afternoon.
They’re smaller than regular oranges. I’m going to post a youtube clip of peeling a blood orange.
The funniest thing is how now, I actually like oranges. They’ll be another comforting reminder of home to me when I’m back at the “Y”. Back at the “Y”, Good Morning Susan: Back at the “Y” ~Coming soon in just 7 months from now!
