I know I have said it before, though maybe not here in this public forum, but it remains true - I would be a blood orange. I love January - not for my birthday, though I do like presents; not for the various winter sports, though I am a fan of the warm beverages that follow them; not for the return to school, though I am usually ready for the mental re-stimulation the beginning of a new semester brings. I love January because it is citrus season, and that means blood oranges. Sweet, tangy, rich, lovely blood oranges.
Like so may things I love they are a mutant. Their beauty comes from abnormality - a pigment not found in other citrus.
A deep staining red.
Sanguigno.
Full-blooded.
Beauty on the tongue.
Breakfast.
