This is a slice of the luscious blood oranges we got at Farmer’s Market yesterday. Delish, yes. I don’t know where they’re getting or how they’re growing them, but I don’t much care. It’s like the juiciest Summer day in your mouth.
I really am a woman of simple pleasures. When I stepped into the kitchen this morning to see Justin slicing into the flesh of this beautiful fruit I was taken back by the rich, vivid color, the scent of the oils releasing from the perfect rind, and the blood.. the gorgeous dark juice spilling all over the counter, staining it with experiences.
Man, I love Sundays.