The smell of oranges makes me think of Christmas. Every year, my parents would order a huge box of navel oranges from the Boy Scouts. Evenings consisted of peeling three or four of these large oranges under the blinking Christmas tree lights while we watched TV. A holiday tradition, I suppose.
Everyday at lunchtime someone in the office has a Clementine orange. The smell when they peel them is wonderful. The small, easy to peel oranges seem very popular. I got a little crate of them at Weggies and they were gone in three days.
I should get some cloves and big oranges to do the orange jabby patterny thingy with them for my apartment. You know what I am talking about.
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