|from Flower Patch Farmgirl|
Mine were not going to be the regular old, well, regular orange oranges. I had picked up a bag of BLOOD ORANGES. And, because they weren't all that sweet and juicy I decided that they would make a gorgeous pinkish/red garland of dried translucent fruit hanging across my kitchen's Winter window.
I sliced them thinly and evenly.
I dehydrated actual "eating" fruit along with the oranges so that no electricity would be "wasted."This is where I might have introduced the "problem."
I made sure there were no throw-away wastes; the birds were fed what was left over.
So, then I dehydrated. They came out. Beautiful.
I didn't have a nice ribbon to hang them.
So, I planned to go to look for one Friday (a few days).
Being that this is Florida, even though it is winter, and cold, it is still damp, so I didn't want to leave the oranges in a "clump" on the counter. I put them in a paper bag and put them in the refrigerator until I got the ribbon and could skewer the two holes in each and hang them to catch the winter light in front of the window!!
Next day. I see that the bag has a twist-tie on it. Why, Tom, does the bag have a twist tie on it? Because, he ate about five of the oranges. Now, I swear to you, he was in the kitchen with me while I was cutting and blabbing away about making the garland. Just blabbing away about the silly garland and needing a pretty ribbon, I was.
OK, there are more blood oranges in the bowl on the table. Tom, don't do anything with them. I'll cut them up tonight and I'll get the ribbon tomorrow and hang the garland this weekend.
I got home tonight, and saw that he had squeezed all the rest of the oranges.
I guess he really didn't want me to buy a ribbon.