Oh My Darling, Clementine!

Every year around this time I develop a serious addiction to those delicious little clementines. When the wooden boxes of citrus-goodness start showing up at the grocery store I am physically incapable of resisting them. And that first box will be gone in a matter of days. I keep peeling them and eating the little segments until I practically overdose on vitamin C. Today alone I have eaten four….and I’ve only been up for half an hour.

When I eat them I always think of my Nana who lives up near Georgian Bay. She was visiting us one November when I was little and in the morning she went over, grabbed a couple of clementines and used a fabric napkin to eat them off of her lap while watching TV. This floored me, because I’d always used a plate at the table, which now seemed so boring. So, I also had to go find a fabric napkin from the linen cabinet, go select the best clementines I could find and then plop myself down right next to her to watch the morning news. And together we sat and peeled each little clementine and savoured the delicious segments, thankful that they didn’t have any seeds (It always feels like russian roulette. Will this one have seeds?). I’m sure my mother wondered why she kept finding fabric napkins in the laundry every day that year.

Are you able to resist buying clementines? Do you have any serious food addictions? (Maybe this isn’t the question to ask just after the American Thanksgiving. Turkey Overload, anyone?)