A jewel wedge bursts in her mouth, but only with promise. The pleasure is too slow. There’s too much skin to peel, too many bits of pith to pick at. Sticky fingers and chew, chew… chew. And always, the threat of an errand seed adding unwelcome risk to her reward. She’s so tired of fighting for tiny slices of satisfaction. The weight of this grey day, every yes for someone else, is already pulling at her ankles. If she can claim one bliss for herself, it must be absolute.
And so she strips the entire bag of Mandarin oranges, blends, and strains – saving the pulp for some fibrous muffins that we both know are never going to happen. But the intention is enough. So she gives herself full permission, fills her mouth with sweet citrus tang and swills it round till every bud is blooming in ecstasy, pure, smooth, with a joy that kicks loose the drag of the day. This is love, and the gift of a promise already kept, because there’s more than enough for tomorrow morning.
4 thoughts on “A Storied Recipe: Mandarin orange juice”
Dear Blank Canvas,
I have finally become a foody.
That my tongue started tingling without any effort at food prep by me……..next level!!!!!
From sunny day, well it was sunny while I was reading your blog.
T’was only a matter of time fellow foody… or is it foodie? Oh dear, I feel like I just failed the level one password test lol. Hope your sun came out again 🙂
Dear Blank Canvas I finished reading with a yearning for fresh squeezed juice…..alack only decaf coffee and herbal teas in the cupboard, the fridge bare….will have to put mandarins on tomorrow’s shopping list!
Something tells me you have a juicing shortcut on hand (wink) …just need one for the clean up. Happy to have inspired such a tasty, and delightfully healthy craving. Drink up!