Today’s podcast from knitting designers, Arne & Carlos, was about Norway’s love of oranges. This brought up memories. My Bavarian mom was born in 1906. In her early years, an orange was a Christmas treat. When I was a NY child in the 1950’s, oranges from Florida were available mostly in winter, when they were at their best. That’s the only time she bought them. Normally, she halved them both longitudinally and latitudinally, then halved each quarter. You peeled back a corner so you could pull out the segment pieces with your teeth.
If I had a cold, she made an “orange lotus” for me as a treat. Score from navel down, stop just before stem end, peel carefully. To this day, that’s how I peel an orange, with a twinge of disappointment if I lose a petal.
Anybody else have a lifelong orange-prep habit? Or with other fresh fruit?