I have to eat
fruit every day. If I don’t, I wither away psychologically. When I was in
New York for a while this winter, it was tough because there
weren’t a lot of fruits available. I like apples and pears very
much, but local pears had finished and while an apple a day may keep the
doctor away, I needed something a little more exciting to keep myself as
fit as a fiddle.
there’s usually citrus bagged up in the grocery stores. But being from
California, I hate to be a snob (well, sort of…) but I missed all the
lovely oranges, Meyer lemons, and tangerines that burst onto the scene
each winter at the markets in San Francisco. And in Paris, we have plenty
of clementines, oranges, and occasionally, Sicilian or Menton lemons,
to tide us over until spring.