The best clementines come from Spain, where all of the fruit is amazing.
So says my Spanish daughter.
I am sure it is true. But those clementines will not be here until Christmas. We must wait to confirm her truth.
This clementine is here now, a small sweet wallop of flavor imported from Peru.
For all the trouble it takes to get it here, it is amazingly easy to eat.
Usually I have eaten one before I even notice, the simplicity of eating lost in a preoccupation with something else - reading, checking Facebook, talking, watching TV. I reach for another, the first having barely registered.
But today, I decided to be intentional about my little clementine.
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| Woman with an Orange, Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1836-1911) |
