How did I forget that tangerines have seeds?
I don't normally eat citrus fruit straight. I usually like to have them in things; mandarin chicken salad, for instance. Those little slices of mandarin oranges make the salad. Don't ask me why... it's just one of my weird little quirks.
That being said, I was shopping at Trader Joe's over the weekend and there they were in one of the produce carts: teeny, tiny tangerines smiling up at me in their red, netted bag, all orange and cute. "Pick us!" they seemed to cheer. "We'll make you love citrus fruits again. Take a chance on us!"
I stood there to contemplate for a moment, remembering the tart tang of an orange, which was sometimes enough to make my face screw up in a grimace. And these things looked suspiciously like mini-oranges. "But," I thought, "they're so small. How bad could they be?" So I grabbed a bag and tossed them in my basket.
Cut to today, and me practically choking on a seed. After spending a few minutes peeling the thing, sectioning off the slices, and popping each piece into my mouth one by one, and savoring the juicy sweetness, thinking "Wow, maybe I should give eating citrus fruits another try" ... I crunch down on a seed.
And now I'm spending as much time on digging out the seeds and trying not to get tangerine juice all over my hands and clothes as I did on peeling the whole thing.
Screw you and your stupid hard-ass seeds, tangerines. I'll stick to my seedless oranges in salads.
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