Pro tip: In photos, stand behind bushes for a slimming effect!
“I got dirt in it.” I said, mid-peel, frowning, and Elizabeth shrugged.
“You’re eating something from outside. You get dirt.”
I will shamelessly admit that it was only after spotting the orange tree outside of Elizabeth’s parent’s front door that this got added this to my Life List. Totally allowed.
The sections in these oranges are varied sizes and shapes, and the fruit is extra juicy, so you have to eat carefully if you want to stay clean; something I immediately gave up on. Even when I first dug my fingernails in to open it, oil from the peel misted out and settled in my hair. (Hours later, I could still smell it when I shook my head, and it made me smile.) This is why Elizabeth prefers to make them into oj, but her parents eat them straight up, like I did. The mess was worth it, in fact, it made it more fun. Eating this orange was joyful.
Her dad invited me to take some for home, and there are four that traveled back to New York with me, waiting for me to relive the experience, which I described later to a friend as “like biting into sunshine”. I have a feeling, though, that it won’t be quite the same as eating them while standing in the golden light of garden with smell of orange blossoms drifting on the breeze and Elizabeth making me giggle.
Thanks for the photos, Elizabeth!