My 4 year old calls them "bloody oranges" and possibly for that reason, is completely put off of eating them. I have great, though hazy childhood memories of eating my first blood orange off a tree in an grove somewhere in California in the company of big kids, and returning to my mother covered in all bloody juice... looking terrifying I am sure. They are a winter treat I anticipate every year! I am like your husband though, and always hesitant around custard. A lovely read here!
It's a shame your daughter is put off eating them as I would very much enjoy listening to her asking for them in the greengrocers. "Hesitant around custard" sounds like a book title and how I am now going to describe him to everyone, I thank you.
Loved this! Brought back the memory of the time I had a very large cut on my finger that really should have had stitches but you know us chefs. I popped into m&s Brixton to get some blood oranges and I somehow managed to hit said finger on something in my pocket whilst paying and it erupted, despite bandages, and I caused a right palaver. First aid kits were brought. A mop. An incident book report filled despite it not actually being an m&s incident. I left having been patched up realizing I'd not paid for the oranges! Free blood oranges, covered in blood or not, taste excellent
Jen, all the drama here! You chefs and your crazy knife-wielding ways! I like the way you soldiered on regardless. My mum had a varicose vein haemorrhage in the M&S in Cheshunt. It was a blood bath. M&S staff are tip top with first aid training. Mind you, my sister was with her and she's a nurse. My mum was more worried about her new coat she was wearing and less about the life draining out of her.
The whole rant about supermarkets trying to romance‑copyedit “blood” out of the fruit had me nodding along, especially because you still land it in this genuinely sensual description instead of something twee. As a psychologist who writes about domestic life, relationships, and the weird little negotiations of marriage, I loved the running gag of Adrian versus custard almost as much as the recipe.
Please see above comment by my friend Kate K who is "hesitant around custard" - a useful description for Adrian and Ant I think. Please come here for a pannetone fix.
Trifle every day please
It's the only way to live.
anecdotes about adrian hilarious. more marriage stories, please.
I will do my best Pam!
My 4 year old calls them "bloody oranges" and possibly for that reason, is completely put off of eating them. I have great, though hazy childhood memories of eating my first blood orange off a tree in an grove somewhere in California in the company of big kids, and returning to my mother covered in all bloody juice... looking terrifying I am sure. They are a winter treat I anticipate every year! I am like your husband though, and always hesitant around custard. A lovely read here!
It's a shame your daughter is put off eating them as I would very much enjoy listening to her asking for them in the greengrocers. "Hesitant around custard" sounds like a book title and how I am now going to describe him to everyone, I thank you.
Loved this! Brought back the memory of the time I had a very large cut on my finger that really should have had stitches but you know us chefs. I popped into m&s Brixton to get some blood oranges and I somehow managed to hit said finger on something in my pocket whilst paying and it erupted, despite bandages, and I caused a right palaver. First aid kits were brought. A mop. An incident book report filled despite it not actually being an m&s incident. I left having been patched up realizing I'd not paid for the oranges! Free blood oranges, covered in blood or not, taste excellent
Jen, all the drama here! You chefs and your crazy knife-wielding ways! I like the way you soldiered on regardless. My mum had a varicose vein haemorrhage in the M&S in Cheshunt. It was a blood bath. M&S staff are tip top with first aid training. Mind you, my sister was with her and she's a nurse. My mum was more worried about her new coat she was wearing and less about the life draining out of her.
The whole rant about supermarkets trying to romance‑copyedit “blood” out of the fruit had me nodding along, especially because you still land it in this genuinely sensual description instead of something twee. As a psychologist who writes about domestic life, relationships, and the weird little negotiations of marriage, I loved the running gag of Adrian versus custard almost as much as the recipe.
Thank you so much for reading!
Bloody hell Helen! Or bloody heaven…because that trifle looks like a dream. Why don’t I live closer?
Anyway, now, when I see a blood orange I hope it will be referred to as such - these beauties don’t blush, they bleed!
Also - why have a finished all my panettone and why am I also married to a man who doesn’t like trifle/custard?
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Please see above comment by my friend Kate K who is "hesitant around custard" - a useful description for Adrian and Ant I think. Please come here for a pannetone fix.
I’ll be down soon - around 19th/20th Feb - in the meantime, have been to greengrocers for BLOODY oranges
I can't even make it over the threshold of a Waitrose without breaking into a cold sweat
But so easy to park and it's small. I like small supermarkets.