When I made my daily morning pilgrimage to Postcard from Provence, Julian Merrow-Smith’s painting website, I found this luscious little clementine. I could almost feel its pebbled peel and smell the oils that would be released if I dug a fingernail into the skin.
Leaving work, I stopped by the grocery store at the bottom of our hill, where I found a small stock of Delite mandarins remaining. All their mandarins are now belong to me. There is yet more marmalade madness forthcoming.
I’m posting this image tonight not only because it is lovely, nor because I am enamored of these small fruits (though I am). I’m suffering from a bit of writerly je ne sais quoi. The what that I don’t know is how to write about a couple of topics near and dear to my heart. I’m working on it, but for tonight, all I have to offer is a sweet snack.
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Plan to make grapefruit marmalade jettisoned when grapefruits at market were disgraceful. Secured plump kumquats-now, to figure out how to turn them in to marmalade.
I have been fighting a losing battle here, trying to stop myself from saying your clementines are “darlin’”. Just so you know I tried.
I love Clementines although I must admit that the navel oranges from “where ever they came from” this year are extraordinarily sweet. We are working on our second large box and this has become my daily bedtime snack. Well, at least it isn’t a cookie!:)
It looks lovely on the blue paisley cloth!!