I just love...

tangerines. They make me think of my grandmother. When we lived on the farm, we had apples out the wazoo - and as much as I love apples, to this day I cannot eat a McIntosh apple - too soft, too sour and too grainy. I can't even make a pie with them. As the holidays approached, knowing we were sick of eating, picking or even seeing apples, Grandma would buy oranges and tangerines, and I was completely smitten with those small, sweet, easy to peel orbs of orange delight. I didn't even care about the seeds. When she moved to Florida (and we followed several year later), she had a tangerine tree in her yard and I would eat them until I got the hives (I did the same thing during strawberry-picking season in Plant City!). My lips would puff up like I'd been stung by a swarm of citrus-crazed bees! No warning about too much fruit was ever heeded - I was in tangerine heaven. I have since discovered clementines - all of the joy with none of the seeds - but I still enjoy a good tangerine or two or three... And the bee-stung lip look is really in these days!