I tasted my first blood orange ever today. Years of gnawing on ox tail, feasting on cow tongue, swallowing bird spit my mother said was good for me...and I have never had a simple blood orange.
I bought a single--single!--one from Berkeley Bowl (purveyor of the most superlative fruits and vegetables--the carrotiest carrots, the appleyest apples, the bloodiest of blood oranges) and stuffed a sliver into my mouth. It was unbelievably, unfathomably good. It is now nestled in the upper echelons of my favorite fruits, among white nectarines, blueberries, and Ambrosia apples.
Myron, if you are reading this and would like to do me a favor, you can buy me a bag of these. Pounds and pounds. You don't have to get me honey roasted almonds anymore, which you complain are too expensive at $5.99/lb (but you are more than welcome to if you so desire). Just make sure you're getting the smallish blood oranges (two and a half inches in diameter?) that are $1.29/lb. Thanks. (This invitation to make me happy is open to all, by the way).
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