i absolutely hate winter with a passion. i get up for work in the dark, i leave the office in the dark. snow is alright, but here in the city it's usually windy and sleeting. i hate even the slightest inkling of winter. the minute it starts to be in the 50s sometime in november i start bitching and shivering.
but something also wonderful happens in the winter.
the arrival of citrus. oranges, grapefruits, blood oranges, meyer lemons, clementines. i know, some of you must be thinking, but of course we can buy oranges and grapefruits any time of the year? but have you tried an orange in the summer? and compared to the sweetness of the in-season citrus of the winter? it's like night and day.
a random thought occurred to me last week as i bought my first box of clementines. how come they all arrive from spain? surely sunny california or florida could grow these lovelies? or is it something about the mediterranean soil and water? well, tonight at fairway, i found these ... clementines from california. they're called "cuties" and i didn't make that up. i haven't tried one yet, because i still have my box to finish. they seem a little larger and the skins seem a little dimply and thicker. but i haven't met a clementine i didn't like.
28-23 ... eli is finally kicking ass ... although the pats are always getting the lucky flag breaks huh? i still put my bets on the giants.