First there was a mango, sliced fresh after lunch: how could something akin to edible velvet and so amazing on the tongue also have nutritional value?
Second: a tangerine no bigger than a pool ball, and all intensely, deeply, well, tangerine-hued, even the interior skin. And sweet! Shouts of glee!
Lastly, a filet of wild Alaskan King Salmon. Glazed with a blend of mayo-Dijon-lemon-salt-pepper and simply baked. Sublime, and worth every $$$.
This is all well and good! But the colour ORANGE is another thing.
ReplyDeleteI cannot stand ORANGE. Even so, I've somehow managed to have owned two ORANGE coloured cars. In the garden the colour is BANNED. No orange flower may pass the proverbial garden gate.
Bisou, Cro.
Cro, I'm with you on the garden-orange-ban, but I have to admit to loving those ever-blooming calendulas!
ReplyDeleteBut an orange CAR??? I would draw the line there, every damn time.
Both cars were re-sprayed!
ReplyDeleteI ADORE orange. Orange makes me happy (especially when combined with purple.). In the last couple of months I've brought three orange tops. One of them I wear to bed, and I feel divine in it. Warmed up to the core. Lovely to be taken to sensuous images of eating the colour. Yum!
ReplyDelete... bought!
ReplyDeleteI love orange and often find it creeping into my poems. One I wrote recently (one of my first Tuesday Poems!) begins 'Orange sarong...' aren't they fantastic together?
ReplyDeleteMary, I admit that "orange" and "sarong" definitely do resonate with each other!
ReplyDeletePam, you are perhaps one of the few inhabitants of the planet who can wear orange and not look like death warmed-over. Or compost.