Today I did something I have never done in the first 25 (admittedly uneventful) years of my life. Something that, until the moment at which I did it, I thought to be impossible. I admired those who had already accomplished the feat, jealous of their skills. I just chalked it up as one of those things I’d never be able to do: write legibly with my right hand (I’m a lefty), write legibly with my left hand (I just have sloppy handwriting), and root for the Philadelphia Eagles.
Today, my friends, I peeled an orange with a single peel. Well, it was a tangelo, so perhaps it doesn’t count, especially since Wikipedia informs me that they’re easier to peel than oranges anyway. But for me? A small victory, because it’s the little things in life, isn’t it? Yes, yes it is.
Pay no attention to that little bit smack dab in the middle. It’s just a piece of the orange, not an extra bit of peel.
Because I don’t have an Instagram-able phone and am at a Photoshop-less computer, I had to document (and attempt to prettify) this the old-fashioned way:
- Take picture on cell phone
- Send downsized version of picture to own email address
- Download to work computer and attempt to fix up
Whew, exhausting. Notably more exhausting than actually peeling the fruit. But on a hot day where I spent most of my summer-hour-shortened-lunch break running errands and pounding the melty pavement, it was so lovely to come back and have a good piece of in-season fruit.
I usually leave my citrus out on a shelf at home, but when I bring it to work I put it in the fridge so it’s nice and cold when I get around to eating it, which I think makes the juice significantly better. Do it, grab yourself a tangelo (you’ll know what it is by the little nub on one end) and start eating!