I just couldn’t wait anymore.
I’ve been trying to wait patiently. I know they’re better when I wait.
And I know all the North Americans who read my blog are probably going to say “what?”
They’re not in season. But I was craving one and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I bought an orange.
You’re thinking that’s not a big deal, I know. But oh, it is.
American navel oranges that we get during the summer are cheap enough, I suppose. But they have absolutely no flavour. They get picked a bit green, so that they’ll make the long trip across the ocean in a container still good to eat.
But I just couldn’t wait. I *needed* an orange.
I should have waited. After all, my valencia orange tree is covered, weighted down by the oranges that will be ready this winter. (It’s Autumn here right now.) And the oranges on my tree are beautiful, tasty, juicy oranges that dribble down the chin and are slices of happiness wrapped in goodness.
Well, okay. They *will* be. In May or June. So I shouldn’t pay any money for oranges at all. But I couldn’t wait.
And I should have. Because as much as I needed that orange, it just didn’t taste good enough. At least my craving is sated for now.