Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?
Gadi, Sfat, December 2007.
This is the time of year when I reunite with oranges of all shapes, forms and sizes.
My favorites? Blood oranges. They were ever-present in Italy: as desserts at the mensa (dining hall) and after dinner, or as snacks at the morning markets on a break from class.
It would also be pretty cool to make my own blood-orange juice.