Day 287 of 365
We try very hard to eat local food and to buy from local farmers. We do pretty well at this. I think it must be that about 90 percent of what we eat comes from Maine. It’s important to me. But do you want to know what I did? I ordered oranges from a farm in California. And you know what? Oh my goodness, they are good!
I cannot even begin to tell you how delicious these oranges are. They arrived in the mail today, and I think the three of us have eaten about ten oranges so far. And we are still going. When we sat out the first bowl of slices, our soon literally started shoving the oranges in his mouth. He has never in his life had such a delicious orange. He has never been to California. In many ways, this makes me sad.
I used to live in Oregon, so I went to California several times. One time, I had freshly-squeezed orange juice from oranges straight from the farm. I thought I was going to cry it was so good.
I mean no offense to Florida (I used to live in Florida), but I have never tasted oranges like California oranges. And, if you are like me, and the dirty snow in Maine has you feeling a little bit down, please do check out Marmalade Grove. Their oranges are like little balls of California sunshine. Their oranges are so good that I am about to break my buy-local rule again and order another box. And, next year, for the holidays, everyone I love is getting a box of oranges.
These oranges are so good that, when I eat a slice, I keep asking “how?”
photo credit: Hanna Balan
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