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desperanceWe were on holiday in Provence some years ago, a bunch of us in a gite at the end of the scariest track in the world; and one of the local industries was candied or crystallised fruit (I find I have no idea which is correct, or whether it's a UK/US split, or what), so there were these whole baby oranges shiny with sugar, and I thought, "Oh. Is that a thing? Can you do that? Is it allowed?"
And now I am here, and a friend of ours has a small bitter-orange tree, which produces a small crop of teeny-tiny bitter oranges; and she gave me a little bagful, so.
(Some of them collapsed, and survive only to be spread on toast in the morning, because the syrup they were shimmered in is like an utterly delicious bitter-orange marmalade jelly, and can only be enhanced by a little substance; but some as you see at least look like whole-fruit candy-crystallisation triumphs. Tomorrow we will learn the truth, for tonight they are hot.)
And now I am here, and a friend of ours has a small bitter-orange tree, which produces a small crop of teeny-tiny bitter oranges; and she gave me a little bagful, so.
(Some of them collapsed, and survive only to be spread on toast in the morning, because the syrup they were shimmered in is like an utterly delicious bitter-orange marmalade jelly, and can only be enhanced by a little substance; but some as you see at least look like whole-fruit candy-crystallisation triumphs. Tomorrow we will learn the truth, for tonight they are hot.)