Orange you glad I'm reposting this one from 2012? Of course you are! I stocked up this morning on our favorite brand of orange juice - Florida's Natural, in case you're interested - and had a brief thought that I should write about orange juice. Then I recalled that I had already written a blog about oranges. See that!?
Behold the orange. Orange by color,
orange by name.
Orange from the Spanish naranja. Naranja is a very bold, strong
word. In French it is orange, but
pronounced with a French twist. In
Italian it is arancia. In German and Norwegian we sense a bit of confusion with
some other fruit: apfelsine, and appelsin.
I must admit that orange juice is one of my comfort foods. As with eggs
(usually several dozen) and cheese (several varieties) and onions (no cook should
ever run out of onions) - and always some bacon or ham - my fridge is always
overstocked with orange juice. Doesn’t that all suggest to you that breakfast is my favorite meal? Honestly, I could have breakfast any
time of day.
Orange, our favorite citrus fruit, blends with most flavors - not with
pea soup of course, but only think about pairing it, even in a small way, with
things like steak or a chop, chicken, fish, or maybe shrimp, and the idea isn’t
repulsive at all. Of course orange goes
with sweets of all kinds. Next to the
wild cherry, my favorite Life Saver is orange. You’ve noticed, of course, that
the Life Saver folks canned the lemon and lime in their five flavor roll in
favor of raspberry and watermelon – but they didn’t touch the orange! Oh, they tried for a while to replace it with
blackberry, but it didn’t do too well and the orange was quickly brought back
out of retirement.
And, speaking of candy, do you remember from eons ago when relatives
would bring back from Florida those miniature wooden orange crates with the
tangy orange candies inside? I’ve even
got an even tinier orange crate for my silver charm bracelet. I do love oranges – in any form.
One of the nicest ways to eat an orange is to peel and slice it, remove
any pits, arrange it nicely on a plate, and sprinkle it with lots of
sugar. That’s how my Mom sometimes
prepared them for us, and we thought it was just elegant. Food memories are good memories.
I once heard it said that you could live nicely on a diet of milk,
chocolate and oranges. Not that there’d be much crunch there. I once went on the Atkins regime and I really
missed crunch. I think I’d have to add some walnuts or pecans, but the diet
does have an appeal. There would be all
the necessary things like protein, carbs, fats, fiber, vitamins, minerals and
all that. I can visualize myself
enjoying this diet while stranded on a desert isle - with proper hut and
hammock of course - after my one-woman cargo ship, carrying the requisite food
stuffs and a small library’s worth of books, had foundered on a nearby coral
reef. I say if you’re going to dream,
dream up a good one.
Does an orange a day keep the doctor away? Couldn’t hurt! How ‘bout an orange in every
Christmas stocking? Orange you glad I wrote this essay?
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