The dead of winter is where we’re at. Heading for -25 windchill tomorrow and I, for one, need as much sparkle in my life as I can muster. The irony is that citrus, the sunniest of fruits, is in season in the middle of winter. Read more ›
I am very picky about oranges. Since the 1920s my extended family has lived in California’s Central Valley in and around the city of Fresno. Orange trees were in their back yards. Every year at Christmas the trees would start to fruit, which was exactly when we would visit. Read more ›