I really like peeling oranges. It ranks right up there with chopping stuff up. I’d like to think that if Orange Peeling was an Olympic event I’d be a gold medalist, but that honor would have to go to my dad. He is an excellent orange peeler. As a child I remember watching him meticulously – yet effortlessly – peel off every bit of pith.
That’s ok, I’d be a solid silver.
I remember several years ago when I was delirious with the flu, I thought that if I could just eat four or five oranges, I’d be alright.
So I did. All in a row. Sweating and hurriedly eating orange after orange after orange after orange.
I didn’t get better, but I warded off any scurvy that might have been lurking around.
And the oranges were well-peeled, of course.