Today, I stopped by Cub on the way home from work to grab a dozen eggs. Because after this morning’s meal, we only had one egg left, which is pretty much a state of emergency in this house.
It didn’t used to be this way.
Once upon a time, I couldn’t polish off a dozen before they went bad.
Since I’m not the kind of girl who can walk into the grocery store and walk directly towards the item that I’m looking for, I took a lap.
And for whatever reason, when I entered the produce section (on the opposite end of the store from eggs…obviously) I heard the siren song of the Blood Oranges.
It’s always something.
Maybe it’s because I workshopped them at length this weekend with a girlfriend. Or maybe it’s because the Food Network dedicated all of its efforts last fall teaching viewers how to segment citrus fruits.
Who knows, really.
I brought one home. Segmented it. Tossed it with some olive oil and salt + pepper and called it a snack. I think I might have seen that one in a cookbook somewhere. It’s hard to be sure.
The verdict? It hit the spot. Struck a chord. Revealed a craving to me that I didn’t even know I had.
So I promptly called Marcus and asked him to stop by the store on his way home and grab a few more.
Which brings us to the here and now.
Jenna suggests actioning a Blood Orange Italian Soda. Which looks lovely. Really.
But I’m just not up for making Simple Syrup. I mean, I already soaked beans this week for crying out loud.
You have to draw the line somewhere.
What are you craving right now?
Have you ever eaten a blood orange?