Oranges

I love oranges. They are my favorite fruit, and I don't even really believe in picking superlative anything. But I noticed that I eat them really fast. Kind of too fast. Basically, as soon as I have the fruit peeled, I inhale it, so that I can wash the orange oil and peel gunk off my hands. Usually the way this goes is that I run over to the fruit bowl by the kitchen sink, grab an orange, bite a hole in the peel, tear it open with my hands, and with juice dribbling all over, suck up each segment while barely chewing. It takes less than a minute. I've seen my reflection in the mirror above the sink after I finish, all hunched over and panting. I Eat Too Fast.

So now I am trying to eat oranges slowly. Today at lunch I had an awesome orange that was perfectly ripe, such that the peel basically fell off in one piece. And inside was a wonderfully well-formed mini-me; the little segments were just as tasty as the larger fruit segments. I dropped a piece on the floor and it made me sad. But the rest of the orange tasted good so it made me happy.

Mmm, citrus sinensis ovary. Get in my mouth.