The all-too-brief season of Seville Oranges may be drawing to an end. I missed them entirely last year.
You don't have to make marmalade. My sixteen pippy, bitter fruits are destined for a bath in gin, to be squeezed into a game casserole and to enhance my salad-dressings. They are what we most need as the darkest three months slink away.
Maximus' post on ginger beer brought back memories. The last time I had it was in the 1960's in Canada. It was, appropriately enough, bottled by Canada Dry. I remember that I actually liked it, but it is hard to get in the US.
Onward, my wife wanted a pina colada, and since we had the required ingredients, I made one for each of us. It has coconut puree, unsweetened pineapple juice, and a generous slug of rum. This was last night as we were watching NCIS.
Today, we went up to Wichita, Kansas, and did some shopping. While there, we stopped at an Indian Restaurant. Last week, we had stopped at another Indian place in Wichita, and were both bitterly disappointed. So today, we stopped at another one and this one more than made up for the earlier experience. This place was good, and the food was delicious.
I well remember my first experience with Indian food. I was 11 years old and we were at the 1962 Seattle World's Fair. We had taken a ride up the Space Needle and there was a menu item named the Taj Mahal and ordered it and I really liked it. The last time I ate at the Space Needle (and the first time for my wife) was about two years ago and the dinner bill for six people was more than $500.