Just ask my husband, I am incredibly forgetful. I wish I had my mom’s amazing ability to remember birthdays (before they happen), to remember names of people I have met and work with almost every day, and to remember what I just walked into a room to pick up. Case in point, I seem to forget every year that Clementines come into season in December and January. Every year I am pleasantly surprised to see the wooden crates appear, especially when they drop in price, making them almost as cheap as potatoes.
Clementines are far and away my favorite citrus fruit. Easy to peel, bright, sweet flavor, and no seeds. A bite of summer in the middle of the cold, dry, bitter winter. Plus, the segments are bite-sized, so they aren’t nearly as messy to eat as a traditional orange. No nasty pulp to bite through or juice running down your chin and hands. I know, I know. I have some weird aversion to regular oranges. But that is why I appreciate clementines so much. Even when I forget about them. You know, I think I might have written a blog post about clementines last year, but I can’t really remember…
