Don’t you just love when oranges peel perfectly?
I just loathe those thin skinned bitches…the ones you can only flick off a dime sized piece of peel at a time. And all the white pith remains. Annoying. By the time it’s time to eat the dang thing, your fingernail on your thumb is throbbing and raw from picking at it and it makes you mad to even eat the vile thing.
Well, we bought some oranges today. And I am pleased to inform you that they are perfect peelers. It’s always a little bit of a gamble, I suppose.
What can I say? I live on the edge.