I hate winter. I know we aren’t technically there yet, but it’s getting cold, which is winter enough for me.
It’s nothing personal against the season. There are many things I do like; warm fires, big blankets, hot chocolate, and cozy nights reading or watching movies. If I could spend my entire winter, sitting on the couch, watching the snow fall while I drank from a bottomless cup of cocoa, wrapped in blankets by the fire with a good book in my lap, I would be happy as could be. But unfortunately, eventually I need to leave that couch and live a real life; in that real life, I am flippin’ cold and I don’t like it.
There is one bright spot in the cold abyss that is winter.
Clementine season is here. Yeah, I know the post is called ‘orange you glad’, but ‘clementine you glad’ just doesn’t make sense.
Clementines are amazing little balls of easy to peal, vitamin C packed, yumminess. Sure, I’d tried them before moving out here, but they never seemed like they were anything exciting. I mean, it looked like the small, underdeveloped cousin of an orange. Not very exciting.
Then, we saw how you could buy them here.
They sell them in crates here! It’s bulk shopping for fruit, not crap. How amazing is that? And my daughters will go through them rather quickly. We have a basic rule in this house; you can eat all the fruits and vegetables you want, but you need to ask for anything else. With this as a rule, it is not uncommon for us to go through an entire crate in one day. I can’t even really complain; they are eating something healthy when they are hungry.
It has however gotten me to a point of slightly excessive clementine purchasing. This trip I bought three crates; normally it is at least double that. The commissary workers call me ‘The Clementine Lady.’ I had three people tell me the clementines were now in stock yesterday.
I guess it could be worse. I arrived home yesterday to discover I had a rather large hole in the bum of my pants. I flashed the entire store while grocery shopping and didn’t notice. Yeah. I think I’d rather be ‘The Clementine Lady’ than ‘The Woman who flashed her Bum.’
There are definitely worse things, than being known for buying a lot of fruit.