Do you eat your orange with a fork and a knife? It is one of my very clear memories from when I was in Spain. And I was horrible at it. Tonight, as I was peeling an orange, I thought of this. Then I thought of Paraguay, where a missionary kid rolled and rolled and rolled an orange and then let us drink the juice. This reminded me of Argentina, where my host mom always had oranges in the fridge to make fresh orange juice for breakfast. YUMMY!!!! I love oranges! We plan to have another orange tree in our new backyard. 🙂
Somehow my mind wandered to childhood – probably since I was feeding my children – and I thought of our campfires – and smores and pudgy pies (which I was never brave enough to try as a child.) I think I need to take the kids camping. And I think I should go make some fresh marshmallow like the black apple did – but it’s not cold enough to drink hot chocolate yet. And speaking of The Black Apple…
We are getting together at Rachelle’s on Sept 16th to make some of the Black Apple dolls. If you live in the area and would like to join us, email me for the details. We’ll have everything you need to make one for a special little girl in your life!
Welcome to my mind’s wandering path!