This time of year I bake with oranges a lot. Oranges are in season, plump and juicy and fragrant. I enjoy the meditative chopping of orange peel for candying, and the spray of oil from the peel of a fresh orange. I love the taste. And the scent of an orange stuck with cloves hanging over the stove...
Oranges fulfill my winter need for sunniness, glowing in the glass bowl on the table, perfuming my kitchen, swirling zesty through the center of the saffron orange sweet buns on Yule morning.
It bemuses and pleases me that this sun-ripe citrus is at its best in the darkest coldest times. It is a coincidence of place and palate that never fails to make me smile.
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