This morning for breakfast Tod sat a mikan on my desk. I love fresh mandarin oranges and they are always a treat, even when they are in season and I eat them every day.
But this morning’s mikan was different. Unlike the usual orbs of smooth orange perfection, this one was a bit flawed. The skin near the stem end had a Shar Pei wrinkle running partway down the side of the fruit. There were still some pieces of green attached at the stem end. Those tiny little differences made me smile.
And after I had eaten the sweet fruit, I looked down to see that I had peeled it in one go and formed a lopsided star. So pretty.
Posted by kuri at December 16, 2008 08:24 AMYAY for mikans. We eat them every day too in our house. They are just so wonderful.
I am also pleased that we can get bananas again. That banana diet fad made it hard to get a household staple.
Posted by: T on December 16, 2008 02:23 PMI love mikan! In my childhood, growing up in Saitama, my father would bring home a box of mikan at a time in winter! I would smuggle them into my room by stuffing several at a time up the sleeves of my robe, and into bed with me, where I would eat them as I read by flashlight! Merry Christmas!
Posted by: Nora Su on December 24, 2008 11:43 AM