It seems that clementine season has ended, wherever in the world clementines grow. Mexico? Israel? Heaven? I try to know where my food is sourced, but now I realize I'm woefully ignorant of where clementines come from. All I know is that I love them, the little bright orange things that peel so easily and taste like happiness.
Here in the middle of the country, the only oranges available at this time of year are these big old navel oranges, which are not as peelable and certainly not as sweet. But they'll have to do until clementine season comes again.
Big oranges are good for painting, however, which is why I painted these.
You gotta get your nutrients from wherever you can.
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