Elliott and Lena have befriended the farmers that live in the valley below our house. Not only do these farmers have pigs, chickens, ducks, rabbits, and puppies (one of which Elliott has named Luigi and really wants to adopt), but they also have a huge vegetable garden and an orange grove. On multiple occasions Elliott has returned home bearing bags of produce and fresh eggs. Farmers are good people to know!
A few weeks ago the farmer handed Elliott a bag of blood oranges and told him that these were absolutely the last blood oranges of the season. Feeling nostalgic for my favorite Sicilian delicacy, I took a few photos as Lena and I ate the final orange.
(Am I being absurdly sentimental? Maybe… but after my friend Desiree moved back to the States, she told me that she can’t get blood oranges there and that its cousin — the Cara Cara orange — costs $1.30 per orange. So I’ll savor these oranges for as long as I can… especially when they’re given to us for free and were picked from trees growing right outside my house!)
“Mmm… bloody,” Lena’s friend Lucas exclaimed the other day as he bit into a blood orange.
“Now that,” commented his mother, “is a unique word for a two-year-old to have in his vocabulary.”
Next winter, Gil, I’ll give you all the blood oranges you want to eat!
Although there were no oranges in my favorite market truck today, it was loaded with other things. I bought ruby-red cherries and the first sun-kissed apricots of the summer. I reached out to touch rock-hard peaches with something akin to reverence; I hadn’t eaten one in almost a year. That is the comfort of eating seasonally: one delicious thing is just replaced by new ones… all year round!