Friday, April 2, 2010
Cara Cara Orange, I salute you.
Because you are the sweetest mutation I've ever tasted. Because you are equally at home in an early spring salad, an icy sorbet, or alone at the breakfast table. Because your ephemeral season belies your magnificent flavor. Because your history includes Venezuela, Florida, and California, and because you occasionally show up in distant New York city supermarkets. Because you are the citrus equivalent of a sultry samba, and because you are truly a "beloved" tree fruit. Cara Cara Orange, I salute you!