Today I had my first satsuma of the season.
However, trying to share this mindblowing event with you has inadvertently thrown me deep into a bewildering pool of nomenclature. (And I might be using the word "inadvertently" quite wrongly here. Possibly "nomenclature" too, but I've always wanted to use those, and who's to know?) See, it's difficult enough in German, but the shady nuances between "satsuma", "tangerine", "clementine" and their various subcategories are quite beyond me.
So I went with the alliterative most charming one and decided I had one of those.
I've always loved the process of peeling a satsuma. Ever since I was a teenager. No matter if I was walking through the winter forest, crying my eyes out over my first heartbreak or just killing time during yet another awfully boring science class, I've always found it very soothing and focussing to concentrate on just that one task of peeling off the skin, dividing the fruit in half, picking off every last bit of white ...um... stuff before finally popping a piece into my mouth...
Anyway, it was delicious.
So I went with the alliterative most charming one and decided I had one of those.
I've always loved the process of peeling a satsuma. Ever since I was a teenager. No matter if I was walking through the winter forest, crying my eyes out over my first heartbreak or just killing time during yet another awfully boring science class, I've always found it very soothing and focussing to concentrate on just that one task of peeling off the skin, dividing the fruit in half, picking off every last bit of white ...um... stuff before finally popping a piece into my mouth...
Anyway, it was delicious.
Ja, die Bank oberhalb der Weide nach dem steilen Anstieg an der alten Schlittenwiese entlang...
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