In her dreams

100% her own doing.

Daddy gone for the week

not the same around here.

Blood Oranges

These lovely delicacies always emerge in the middle of winter at European grocery stores. We first ate them in Spain and then last year in Rome. They are always inexpensive and organically grown (two attributes that do not usually go hand in hand) so we love eating them while they are in season. The color of each segment varies wildly from its neighbors, from a light see-through orange to a thick crimson.

These blood oranges enchant me. And I love that they are popular in the countries of Catholicism. Countries whose ancient cathedrals favor the bloody, suffering Jesus to the sterile empty crosses of the Martin Luther churches here in Germany.

Wow, she got all that from a piece of fruit? Pretty out there.